My chest was screaming so I carved out my heart hoping that would ease the aching, my hands as light as feathers but my chest still weighs a thousand tons, my shoulders slump forward at the realization that this must be all my fault.
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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...
