A better prologue: untitled (better than my last one I mean)

by WESTIE in Maryland

Prologue
When you dirty your favorite pair of shoes, break your wii, or even break your finger, you cry. You cry until you're thirsty and then you cry because you're thirsty. And when you lose everything that you love, everything you care about, everyone in your life that helped you when you cried, you don't cry. You stand and stare. You fight the tears, because now, there is no one to show you pity, to take you by the hand and give you a cookie to calm your nerves. When you're orphaned, standing alone on the street, watching your home burn to the ground, and there's only one place to go, you can't cry. You just can't.

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