I'm screaming, I won't wake up. Please help me! My hands are blue, my lips the same, I'm so cold tears of blood stream down my face. I'm sick, can't you tell? Why are you coming near me? Oh I see, no wait..stop! Am I dead or are you? Why did you just walk through me?
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This is who I am
Short StoryA collection of multiple poems and short stories that breakdown my existence. I wrote all of these over six years ago when I was in high school. I was going though some rough times. I felt alone, not wanted and I really just needed someone to try to...
