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A guard came with my meager breakfast on a plastic tray with little indentations specific for certain foods. He slipped it under the cell door and I grabbed it feverishly, eating like a starving man. When I was done I slipped the tray back under to him and he picked it up without a word nor sound except the sound of the tray scraping against the floor while he picked it up from the left side. He turned and walked away from my cell, a certain and obvious sadness and despair etched into each step he took down the long, dark hallway.

Tell me what you guys think and if I should continue this.

Answer 1

is this a essay?

Answer 2

Nope.

Answer 3

what is this ?

Answer 4

Just something I wrote for fun.

Answer 5

Continuing from the horror and the sadness goes to something that can go to something good or bad. From after that moment after i just dropped that tray, that sound still sticks to me and then i plan to do something i want to do next. I go on to what i actually want to do. Going through my way.......

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