Monday, June 27, 2011

Narrative writing without punctuation marks

A wrong step and I fell down and down and down with no more hope in this meaningless but yet fulfilling life I had lived in this colorful but yet boring world that I was born into by my beloved mother who suffered nine enduring months carrying my heavy weight around everywhere she went and ended up suffering from my attempt to enter this world but it was all worth the pain that she suffered for my birth into this world and I had enough of these thoughts as I realized how near I was to the end of the cliff which marked my death from broken bones and excessive loss of blood.

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