I'm going out on a limb.
My hearts onboard a ship as trustworthy as the titanic. Unsinkable.
I'm being told to run, before I can crawl.
Your words are slowly filling my lungs. Restricting my privilege to breathe the fresh oxygen that was once a necessity.
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Short Stories
Historia CortaAlmost 200 short stories to get your blood pumping, your skin crawling and your mind racing. Nostalgic, interesting, current, real-life experiences in a creative form. *disclaimer: some of these short pieces reference issues such as mental illness...
