The warmth. Smooth skin against soft cotton. Cold. Forgotten. Alone. Hatred. Towards myself? Towards the world? I don't know anymore. My heart races a thousand miles a minute, I can't see what's ahead of me. I'm drowning, I can't breathe, I don't know what to do!
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Short Stories
Short StoryThis is just a bunch of short stories or story snippets I write.
