What You Can Not See

What You Can Not See

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Romance
Everything hurts. That's what it means to be alive. That's what it means to have to wake up everyday and remember all of things you did yesterday. Why do we have to endure this? Why can't we just end it? Is there really something out there for us? My name is Ariston Michellis, and these are my daily thoughts. Because yes, like many of you, I have to wake up and think every day too.
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Save Me

I was drowning. I knew that. I also knew that the hands around my throat, pushing me deeper into the river water was the cause. What I didn't know was who was drowning me and why. It hurt thinking. It hurt to do anything right now. But I still screamed under the cold water and pushed the hands away as hard as I could. It didn't have much effect. I fought and fought, but I was getting weaker, and colder. The pain was overbearing. I couldn't breathe. It was the worst pain imaginable; and as the hands that were around my neck were forcibly ripped off by some unknown force, I slipped deeper into the depths of the river. My hair was straight above me along with my arms. My eyes were open and the water burned. A darkness started to pull me under, taking the pain away. I felt a small pressure around my waist, before the darkness completely consumed me. The last thing I remember is thinking, save me.

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