The World Through My Fatigued Eyes

The World Through My Fatigued Eyes

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In these "stories" I will write only the truth, the truth of how I see this Universe and how the world breathes as if it lives. I will speak of how I see people in my life who have come and gone, the love and hatred, the peace and destruction. The universe is small yet so large, we seem unimportant but that is simply false. We serve a purpose that feels as if it won't make a difference in 10 billion years but it will. We matter. You matter. The Universe matters.
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This is my first attempt at writing a longer story. Here are few things about this novelette: - A novelette stands between a short story and a novella (7, 500- 17,500 words). - This story is not edited, so expect mistakes. - The story has explicit and mature contents. - As part of my "trademark," the story deals with love and loss. Expect drama! - The story is written in a nonlinear way. - I almost forgot; this is a lesbian story. If in any way you find it disgusting, you're free to bounce, yo! (In Jesse Pinkman's voice) - This is fiction. Question me and I will put you in here just to kill you, Game of Thrones style. Lol - © ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. Let's just support each other. Peace out! How does one make music using broken strings? Discover the powers and dangers of love in this mixture of clichés, realities, and fiction about love, loss, pain, depression, and survival. I have lived in a dark cage. I have torn every page. I have not known light; I think I lost my flight. Please come and rescue me; Whoever hears me! Help liberate this heart And show me love they call art.

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