Hell

It feels as if you’re always getting driven to the left where the devil is as you stand in the supermarket and you just walk out and you see fires around your eyes and hell as if the book will be given to you.

There are different songs some about how dark and ugly drawing with black paint is which I still hesitate to call nice and can find plagiarism, so I throw myself upon the first man I see who has a shirt with a bear with his eye already starting to get torn off.

And it’s someone who I don’t know and will end up in a blur as all the humans you see in the street and even as I will be having my hair torn off and the photo taken with droll stirring up the blood on my face I still won’t remember his face or how the bear looked like if you concentrate a lot you won’t even remember how your cat looks like or the smell of smoke until you breathe in or your night is crumbled by the thought and memeory thrown at you like a dream.

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I'm literally doing this while traveling XD basically I hesitated a lot as I had literally no idea who Max Bemis was and being well, studying to be a psychologist and stuff like that interested me and I even ended up reading about an hour ago of different stuff again xD yay, basically it did end up being a short story and I had enjoyed it and well, it is interesting and I guess request? And sorry for the lately short stories and thank you:)

I chose Hell as the title because if you get the word right it just fits.

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