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Unfinished ScriptINT. BEDROOM - DAYUnfinished Script by DylanSeto
The room is filthy, there's empty bottles and wrappers
scattered on the floor.
The walls are plastered with pin-up posters.
DAVE is curled in between blankets.
This the part of the story where I'm
suppose to say something to make you
care enough about me so that you'll
watch the rest of my stupid TV show.
Dave crawls out of bed, and falls over.
He's dressed in an all white t-shirt and short-shorts.
INT. WASHROOM - DAY
He takes off his shirt and has a look at his black eye in the
He spreads it, which makes him flinch in pain.
But honestly, I can't think of
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Love's ImprintI still find myself bleeding over the wound you left me, three years later. Some days you are the dull in my fingertips, others you are my inability to look a man in the eye. But mostly, you are my constant distrust. My body no longer feels set ablaze passing by your house, or hearing your name. But my mind remains bruised, even with years to heal and countless short-lived remedies. I've tried the pills, pot, liquor, and even flimsy lovers, but my friends still manage to say they miss the old me. The me that you took away. And between trying to still recollect the shatters of my heart and mind, I can't seem to find her either. No one told me love would do this to me, no one managed to tell me what happens after. If I knew what I did now, I would of saved whatever remaining sanity I had and left.Love's Imprint by BathroomStallStories
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