THE WALK - Midnight
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Última publicación mié, may 22, 2024
Winters are awfully cold, aren't they?
"I dream of an epiphany." I whispered, completely shattered and unable to cling onto reality.
It's yet another one of my writer's block and I'm overthinking again.
Just as I'm about to log off, a particularly disconcerting title captures my attention:
"The Inevitable Doom of yet another failed writer."
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I wear a mask so well that even I almost believe it. Almost. Then I met him. His eyes were hollow, his smile a lie-just like mine. In him, I saw my own reflection, the same quiet suffering hidden beneath perfect façades. For the first time, I wasn't alone. But happiness is always fleeting. One moment, he was there. The next, he was gone. A fall from a rooftop. A life stolen too soon. Now, the world feels unreal. Shadows shift. Whispers grow louder. And in the corner of my vision, I still see him. If he's gone... why does it feel like he never left?
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