"You promise stability, even while you waver still. An empty promise, that you can fallback on should you fail. How very like you."
"It is with all seriousness that I pledge myself."
"And it is with the same genuine Heart that you will lash out and loathe them in that moment of Time in which you break your promise."
When I whirl on him he is already gone, his mocking laughter fading, "Your heartfelt words mean nothing."
But it isn't his cackling laughter that stings at my pride, nor his words that cut deep, that blur my eyes.
But a single thought then.
What do you do when you're a writer, but your words mean nothing?
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