Historias de Prospagnosia

i like writing, and like to think that i'm kind of good at it. following is a set of short stories/poems i've written with literally no ideas in mind (a.k.a. word vomit). enjoy, i guess? //warning: swears.//

What would you feel if you could see someone, and see someone else that looks close to the previous person and you mistake them for being that same exact person? Well, that IS the case here. (I don't really know how to summarise without spoiling a lot so just take this)