The book allows me to leave and I get stuck in a moment of oneirataxia. I am disorientated, this is not the fantasy land that I was in a moment ago. I turn back to the pages of the book and a weight drops in my stomach. It is over. I feel as if a friend just died, it is over. A part of me just left.
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Short Stories
KurzgeschichtenA bunch of short stories and things that I feel and need to let out. Sorry if they are no good.
