The Text

Just a small little thing that isn't a poem nor a story.

His fingers wiped the screen of his cell, not sure of what to type. Slowly, he starts to click letters to form words. He backspaces. More words, and before he finally decides what he wants to say, he realizes that what he wants to say probably won't mean anything...

He calmly looks down at his screen. 'I can do this...' he said to himself. He started to type, and then sent. And then waited...

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