Short Stories
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Ongoing9m
Last published Sat, Jul 13, 2019
These short stories will be what I have experienced throughout my life or just random I happen to ponder on too much.
I'm just a kid living in a big city who happens to hate it with a passion.
I walk, I ride the public transport, going up and down areas in the city that isn't safe cause there is no other way to get home.
All these are linked up with one and another.
Also are changed a bit for protection for me and you.
So why not come on a ride with me on a thing called 'Life'
*jazz hands*
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