I wonder if this story will get as many views as the one deleted got; 1.3k.
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It was one of those days where I was complaining about the weather being so cold in the mornings. Mum thinks it's global warming, I think it's stupid.
It's also one of those days when watching our wind screen wipers reminded me of how the world was going to eventually end. We're all sitting on a ticking time bomb, maybe global warming is just the start. Perhaps it's going to be like one of those cliche films with tsunamis and earthquakes despite the fact that nobody usually speaks to each other other than when you accidentally collide. Imagine, the entire community coming together to fight for our worthless existence that is inevitably going to end sooner or later.
I often think about the future, I suppose everyone does. Then again, I presume a lot of people imagine themselves in the future, whereas I don't.
Quote of the day;
"You must get drunk on writing so reality cannot destroy you." - Ray Bradbury
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Little Depressing Stories #2
PoetryMy first set of 20+ parts of this story has been deleted off Wattpad due to someone reporting it, and despite my many emails it seems I cannot get the story back. This is the second try. Mini poems, stories and quotes I come across; basically a rant...
