I believe that everyone is born an Angel. But sometimes life messes with them and they become fallen. Their life is a puzzle piece that can't be put back together. And when they seek help, they are shunned. People with problems are shunned. The world is a messed up place and when one person tries to fix it they are shunned. Shunned, the art of ignoring. As I was saying, I believe people are born Angels and life messes with them, blah blah blah. Many people deal with it and continue to live. While others, well others they try to end it. Sometimes life is a little too hard. As said by a wise man" no one dies a virgin, life fucks us all". Sometimes it goes too far. And when someone hits that point there's no going back. I hate it when people say life isn't ours to choose. Would you like to live with hard ships? I sometimes feel as if we all live in a book and life is the author, choosing all its villains and enemies, heroes and victors. The unlucky ones are destined to take their own lives,... then again what is luck really? Does it really exist? But whatever, I am a person, a character and a piece in life's book and I am one of the unlucky ones, the fallen, the dead.
Who really wants to live when you have hardships?
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Fallen Angel
Short StoryClose your eyes and imagine a world. Everything is pitch black and happiness is scarce. The soul that lives there is dark and hasn't got hope to carry on. It's an unfair battle between one person and the world and it seems like the world is winning...
