Constant pressure. A tightening of the chest.
Constant suppression of the pain and emotion.
I hide, because I'm scared.
I'm lost.
I'm too lost to be found.
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RandomSince I am unable to write a complete story, I'll just compile old story pieces, and compose new ones, here. Edit. I'm just gonna post any creative writings that I find. Be it poems, story beginnings, verses, whatever. Enjoy.
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Constant pressure. A tightening of the chest.
Constant suppression of the pain and emotion.
I hide, because I'm scared.
I'm lost.
I'm too lost to be found.
