365 days ago.
I lost someone.
365 days ago.
I fell into a hole of dark.
365 days ago.
I wasn't expecting this phone call.
Today.
I am not coping
Today.
I cry.
Today.
I am useless.
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Sad Short Stories
Historia CortaAll monsters are human. **this whole book is a trigger warning so please, if you are so far down that deep black hole of depression, do not read.** I once knew a girl... she was as happy as can be, she was loved by her family, she had a wonderful l...
