"What do you want to be?"
"I don't know yet."
"Do you not know, or do you refuse to know?"
"I---"
I was caught in mid sentence when I realised I was talking to my reflection.
"My own words stung."
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Greetings from yours truly, ByePoleR! (actually isn't)
I did realised I was talking to myself, then I remembered the thought I had months ago, which is to actually write a story. I'm saying my apologies in advance to all the mistakes that I'll be making in the future, and my thank you's to whoever is reading this right now.
(I'm not good with words)
I'll be back, in a few.
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YOU ARE READING
An Onlooker's Conscious
Teen Fiction"There are just some things words can never explain." Their minds can be as deep as the ocean and as trashy as a dumpster. They were never the ones to judge, more like observe. And most importantly, They need not to state the obvious. They're Onl...
