How can one without sayin' anything about it, becomes her rock and her world?
How can one, becomes her wonderwall and her quicksand at the same time? The fucking paradox of life. How she hates philosophy. This man definitely led her on.
She went on and on. Playing everything in her mind, their memories--flashing in and out. She is still alive and he's not. How wonderfully fair.
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Blanche
AcakA Short Story Blanche, has no issues facing her adversaries in life. The real struggle is when she is at her happiest. She cannot keep it up, she doesn't want to stay long in that mysterious spiral of an emotion. She believes that it is far too...
