They've finally taken over.
Every small dent. Small scratch.
My demons are controlling me.
They've broken through.
My grip is slowly loosening.
The rope is fraying.
My strength is gone.
And my masks are broken.
My final piece of life is gone.
Goodbye everybody.
I'm done.
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Mini Stories
Storie breviJust some little ideas. Sad or happy I'm proud of these. Don't hate. Includes: true stories Made up stories Poems Etc I will mark a chapter using * to say that it is a true story.