I have been living in isolation for years.
Lost beneath heaps of guilt and self doubt, I walk amongst the crowd but funerals still haunt me.
Now I found a friend who understands my pain. I shall be happy, even if he grows old in a blink of an eye.
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Historia CortaA collection of my scribbles within fifty words. From a poor novelist to eternal friendship, these scribblings will explore my passion in life. © All Rights Reserved #174 Short Story - Rated
