I could go dreaming all of my life, but reality hit before it should have. Reality hit the second I understood my life wouldn't be cake. The second I took my first breath was the only struggle at the time. Now more struggles build on top of the ones that are already there. Making the first one the hardest. To continue to breath takes more effort than it should ever. To get up in the morning only becomes a war with myself. The question is, is it even worth to stick in my head. Building on top of the first struggles only become more, harder the longer I live. Living shouldn't be a struggle, but it was only my first.
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Random Creepy Short Stories
Mistero / ThrillerWhen bored my mind wonders. The dark begins slowly to creep out onto my writing. As these thoughts come my fingers type. Here are short stories to make you wonder.
