He forgets to meet her

Writing exercises:


Third Person Present  - Philosophical - who is the narrator? 
Flesh tatters into pieces as it is on the way to completion. Each temporary union with Mr. Wrong tears a part of their being, yet they still don’t know why.  Soul is just another word to them.

First Person Past - Close
I tattered into pieces as I was on the way to completion. Each temporary union with Mr. Wrong tore a part of my being, yet I still don’t know why.  Soul is just another word to me.

Second Person Past - Detached
You tattered into pieces as you were on your way to completion. Each temporary union with Mr. Wrong tore a part of you being, yet you still don’t know why.  Soul is just another word to you.



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