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The Poet Started by: ArcaneFyre on Aug 21, '08 16:21
AF sat with an old friend, drinking heavily for several hours. Out of the blue, he took out his sketchbook and began writing


"Why do you write in that thing all the time, man?" the friend inquired.

"I'm a poet." he replied. "Is it wrong for a gangster to have feelings?"

"No, but you don't really seem the type..."

"Really? Why's that?"

"I dunno, shady hood, always flicking out that switchblade. Why did you start anyway?"

"Start what?"

"Poetry"

"sigh... Back in Philly I was writing a lot in high school. I had a lot of inspirations back then. Anger, happiness, hate... love..."

"Love?"

"Love."

"Who was she?"

"Someone I cared a lot about and felt really strongly for. I never felt this way about anyone before."

"And she felt the same way?"

"No. We had become friends after we did an English project together. That's when I became attracted to her. But she only valued our friendship, and wanted to stay that way."

"So what happened?"

"We drifted apart. She made a name for herself and I became a crook. But I still write. It's all I have left."

"That and $60,000."

"That too."
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Ahhh the story of young love, ruined by the womans want for friendship

sigh


Its a hard knock life kid
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Pulls out switchblade and flips it over repeatedly


I got over it eventually... but it left me scarred. I guess i'm they way I am because of what I put myself through... but the pain subsides eventually.
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With money and drugs, any kind of pain will subside. Also helps your on the flip side of the law, it makes everything better.
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