Though I had been here many times before, everything felt foreign under my touch. People I thought I knew are just strangers. Their stares... they are reminder. My life won't ever be the same. An invisible barrier I can not climb condemns me from the former regularity of my life... or what used to be it.
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Shorts, Thoughts, and All That Good Stuff
PoesíaAll my short stories and poems will go here from now on because I'm too lazy to make a cover for each one I post. I hope you enjoy my poems, stories, and thoughts as much as I love writing them. Original Picture: Just Print by MAMPrint (sxc.hu)
