Laying on the floor feels so comforting.
Moments I had resolved in my life to always feel that floor solidly beneath me.
Coldness of the tile seeping through my skin.
Tears poured from my face and pooled beneath my cheek but in that moment I knew exactly where I was.
There was nothing lost in the peace.
I was complete.
I could not fall any further.
The only way to achieve this forever was to set fire to the rest of my life.
I wanted so badly to lash out.
To destroy everything around me.
I learned my own little ways to rebel.
But I could never be all in.
So I dreamed I set fire to my world.
And I watched it burn.
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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...
