Somedays it's as if I never stopped running.
And the shadows are still reaching for me, lurking behind.
Others as if I was never running at all.
But the past always seems to reach out and pull me back.
I can never escape this mired grief.
All my efforts are never enough.
YOU ARE READING
Not me. (2023)
Short Storyso, I've been struggling for a long time now, and I never told anyone about it. I've never opened up. but I met someone who understands how I feel, and I'm beginning to feel again. I don't know how to do it, but I finally feel I can fight. I've been...
