I can't remember the last time I ate or drank anything.
I've lost the will to live.
Im afraid of what comes after death.
I'm not religious, but if god exist, I don't want to go to hell.
I know it's bad to worry.
But I can't help it.
Stop whining.
It'll be fine.
Im not sure if you exist God, but if you do, I'm really sorry.
YOU ARE READING
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Poetrya short story in which a person attempts to survive with its own controlling antagonist. - this is my first time writing a book. i would really appreciate constructive criticism. leave a comment and vote; whatever you want. - lowercase intended -
