DATE: 20/10/2022
There's this thing about war. It changes you forever. And I don't mean that crap they say about making you stronger. No one who really experienced war would say that bullshit. It's just your life that changes. When you go to war, no matter how hard you fight, you die. Not necessarily physically though. But there's something inside of you that breaks forever. No, when you come back you're not depressed all day. You can have a hella fun day. But it feels fake. Quite surreal. Nothing feels right anymore. It's like an illusion. The big amounts of food, the warm bed, the clean clothes...especially, the silence. Sometimes when I lay awake at night it's all so peaceful. No screams. Just a distant owl or maybe some people walking over the streets giggling. No shoots. And still, I hear them. They're in my head. But I hear them closer than any of the other sounds surround me. I guess it's quite ironic.
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Short Story🇪🇸 A veces todo lo que queremos es escapar de la realidad. O quizás queremos darle un sentido. En este cuaderno guardo mis relatos que me permiten (o intentan) reflejar todo aquello que pienso y siento en mi interior y quiero compartir con el mun...
