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I thought, that they were there for me.
I thought, they were my friends.
I was wrong!
I hate them!
I curse them and all of their loyal followers to the depths of the nether!
What am I suppose to do?
No honor, no dignity, no respect, no friends.
What am I suppose to do?
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I finished building my shelter. I hollowed out a cave, made it comfortable, with nessissities I need. I also have all I could want.
I want to forget, but I can't. This shelter has more than one use.
Is it worth it to go through life alone?
I'll have to wait to see, if they actually cared for me.
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My book of one shots
Short StoryI'm doing this because I can, and why not? Very weird stuff if I may add, and proud of it!
