The ever calculating
mind of mine
informs me that
at this point
two things can
happen.
One,
I knock on
the door,
and hopefully
someone kind
will answer.
Two,
I wander around
aimlessly
without any idea
how long I'll be
staying
and how
exactly
I'm going to
survive.
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❝ the place nature forgot ❞
Short Story. ❝ She sits on her uncomfortable bed. Life used to be better than this, but now, her scant possessions litter the floor. The paint is peeling from the white-washed walls. A tear escapes her eye and r...
