Wild thoughts, sleepless nights, and high of sorts. Everyone is looking at me weird, can't seem to stop this aching pain. Something about these days make me cry. Something about these days make me break and fall to my knees in depths of my emotions. Something about this kind of day rips away my armor and opens me prisoner to the emotions that break my soul. Why, I scream into the endless sea of pain and and sorrow. Drowning in all that I know, all that held me down to this hell. There's something about these rainy days I can't fight. Something that renders all the defenses useless and holds me hostage. It's something about these rainy day that makes me earn for something more, something more than the rainy days
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CasualeOk, so these are some little stories I'm writing that are beginnings of could be future stories. If you like one and want it to become a bigger story, please comment on that story.
