"Nothing ever ends poetically. It ends and we turn it into poetry. All that blood was never once beautiful. It was just red."
-Kait Rokowski
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Dear diary,
All I can feel is pain, pain that is swallowing me and breaking me apart, pain that I am fighting to overcome but I simply can't. Is it supposed to mar this deep?
I can't sleep, eat or do anything. It hurts bad, really bad. I don't think I can take this, I feel like I am being torn piece by piece. It leaves me empty, no joy, no hope, only loneliness......am I feeling too much? I think I am losing myself.
Please take this pain away. Please.
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Soooo this is a new story I am working on. I am having a tough time lately and because of that I was inspired to write this book. I really really hope that you all will like this :)
-R. Xx.
YOU ARE READING
Broken
Short Story"The human brain cannot encompass total absence. Like infinity, it is simply not something that the organ runs to. The space someone leaves must be filled, so we dream forever of those who are no longer here. Our minds make them live again." -Anna...
