Life its self is a book fillled with pages of stories you write or erases , as for me they were already created .
Sometimes I sit down and wonder how am I gonna ever make it through ? The beginning is harder than I thought, I can just imagine what the middle and the ending would be like .
Fear ! It is my best friend and definitely it's my biggest enemy . How and why do I get them ?
It's almost as if it knows what your about to do even before you think of doing it , most times they feed off my depressions , they sleep in my tears , and they gain strength from my anxiety . I call them the torturers of the living being.
Sadly it's gets deeper than this.
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The Girl Who Stands Alone
Short StoryA girl who started out good , then all of a sudden fails due to her young adult experiences of love , friends and emotions
