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Or in other words, don't copy my story it's from pure thought and creativity.
Like i said before it's not hard to use your brain to come up with something, just think and poof it's there.
The magic of creativity hommies!
Your welcome ;)
Anyways, all rights reserved and onto the story . . .
" We all have our own interpretation of pain but what we all share in common is that we go through the same excruciating sensation in one way or another. We receive from the experience is pain but later on the realization hits us that this will only make us stronger than ever before. But the only thing that is acquired is to make space in that shattered heart to mend the fresh/old scars with stitches that will hold it in place once again." - Me
Pain in many ways has affected us in one way or another, but at times it's good to feel something rather than be an emotionless fool.
I take pain as a druggie takes his pills, not that I know of this, but it's not an unusual thing for me to feel it.
My ventures of the world only happen in my mind, seeking out the lost treasure of the cursed ship, discovering mummies tombs, or even dancing along with Irish folks.
But sadly that's not my reality.
Mine is filled with pain, emptiness, and just plain loneliness.
So when the time came for me to finally come out of that empty shell, I was surprised at the fact that this person isn't exactly who I expected . . .
In which Broken Souls Wonder but. . .
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