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How It Feels On The Inside

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At one point or another, we've all been through a hard time in life. How we've coped with that may be the same; may be completely different. We all go through different problems and we all have different ways of dealing with them. Problems aren't the problem; coping is the problem. For me, I decided to write this short metaphorical piece that I didn't want sitting on my computer forever, so here it is. Make of it what you will and thanks for reading.

"It's a realistic interpretation of a Dystopian future, where a social hierarchy is in order and the gap is quite large. Wonderfully descriptive." - Anonymous

(This has the same description as my other short story 'A Conversation By Yourself'; they both have similar meanings).Tous Droits Réservés

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How It Feels On The Inside
mar., févr. 9, 2016

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How It Feels On The Inside
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