It was raining, but not heavily like that last time I felt like doing what I was about to do. Walking along the left-hand side of the huge bridge, I could see people going about doing their business: getting back from a late shift at work, rushing home for the weekend coming up or the party animals going to their favourite place to relax themselves
Everyone had a purpose, they knew what they were doing, where they were going sober or not.
Unlike me.
Fully wake and conscious, but lost in a realm of shadows and mist.
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Tbc
Hello reader, thank you for making your way to read Lost Soul written (and writing) by yours truly. Hope you have fun and I will try to update as much as I can. 👋🏻
