Is this really what life is? A world out of your control? How do people stand it? Knowing they don't choose what happens in their life. I can't do it. It's too painful. But here I am still making an effort for a reason that even I don't understand. Is this reality? Am I in purgatory? No, no, am I in hell? It doesn't matter. Life without her is meaningless. Yet I don't end it. I just, I don't know? I'm living careless, not caring how I come to an end. Because it already feels like my life has ended.
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She and Her
General FictionA woman dealing with the loss of her lover. Getting into drugs, alcohol, and other self destructive behaviors. She refuses to go to rehab or see a therapist until many years after her lover passed, when she comes across a child who'd been abandoned...
