*Creek* The floor went as the footsteps got closer to the door of my room. I've been hiding in my room all of my life, trying to find ways to escape this oh so horrible life of mine. There was no escaping it, everything i tried to do wouldn't work out for me. I found myself writing poems to create a fantasy to go into, that got killed by the slam of a fist on my door...........
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The life of the living😏😇
Short StoryGirl struggles through many obsticles through life and decides to make some strange changes to it. But will her past keep catching up to her?
