I was a child,
and then unknowingly,
the fine lines carved itself everywhere.
In a blink of an eye, I was stripped of my youth
and in it's place stood the hardships of an adult.
The branding iron seared into my flesh to mark me as cursed,
because after that day
I slowly withered away
and I was just one breath from dying.
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Tranquilizer
Short StoryA collective three part series of my inner most sensitive thoughts, experiences and revelations. Through tragedy and trauma, loss and hope; I've gathered all of my memories and emotions during that time and placed them here. For the curious minds...
