Everyday
Every day I leave this place for another
My legs carry me unwilling back every afternoon
To the place, I'll find my tears
My hate
My emotionlessness
My anger
My stress
My comfort
My peace
My chaos
"Home"
Oh, how I hate them
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My Short Stories/ Ideas
Historia CortaThese are my short story/ ideas. I usually come up with them late at night when I'm feeling down or losing control so they might be a bit depressing. Most of these will stem from what's going on in my real life so sorry if I end up ranting or compla...
