Eleven thirty-two was the time. It is the time where creativity springs up. It is the time where my brain overthinks and overflows with ideas of stories untold. Characters I've known for seven years. I have grown accustomed to them. They are a part of me that no one can take away. A part of me that brings me whole. It has kept me passionate and maybe a little insane throughout my teenage years I am living in. Slowly moving to adulthood, inside I shudder, a new era of change frightens me. I do not know what to do.
Each waking day, I move. I move forward. It hurts now because time had stopped in this world. Am I moving forward? Or slowly moving back?
My mind has gone blank.
I will wait for the day to come.
The day when every piece of me is alright. I choke a little as I write. A tingly sensation rises to my throat, but I breath. I live and breath.
And that's all that matters now.
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