A PRESENCE THAT LEFT ME HOLLOW

A PRESENCE THAT LEFT ME HOLLOW

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If you ever ask someone the question about believing in ghosts or supernatural things, you would either get a good old laugh on your face or a curt answer. Almost everyone rejects the idea of such existence and believe that in this modern and fast world there is no place for such nuisance BUT and believe me there is a but…there is always a doubt buried in your mind which surfaces in dark situations. The best part is nobody is ready to admit this feeling. I used to be the same…the very same… until God chose to test me. This is my story. It will make you scream and cry. It will make you shiver in fear. It will be a roller coaster you will regret sitting on. Don’t say you hadn’t been warned…
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All I want is to be alone. I wish that no one existed. My name is Zeina. I don't talk much. Not at all actually. Well not really. I sign or write things down in my notebook. I can speak. But I really only speak to those I trust. Today I'm gonna die. Don't feel bad for me, I am choosing my fate after all. Im tired of living. It's exhausting really living up to your own expectations and the expectations of others. I'm sick of shaving every inch of my limbs, plucking my eye brows, doing my hair, getting dress. Honestly I'm sick of people. My hair is long and dark brown with blonde in it. I have bangs that hang over my face and ever so slightly across my eyes. I don't have friends. My family sucks. So if you're reading this I have a question for you. Are you an outcast too. Everyday I come home from school, take sleeping pills, and go to sleep. Now I just want to sleep. Infinitely. (A/N I'm currently editing this!)

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