Frozen In Time
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Last published Tue, Nov 15, 2016
In the beginning, everything was great. Everyone was smiling and running around, having a good time. It was a time when everyone could live without a care in the world. I was one of those people, smiling and living my life.
Well, that is, until i fell into the frozen sea.
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Our neat little town is right next to the ocean. The big blue waves a clear and magnificent around us. And its perfect too because due to the secluded location, hardly anyone comes around to disturb the peace. Nothing ever changes. That's what i love most about this place, its predictability. Most people hate the repetition, but not me. I crave for things to remain the same. You could say it's because of my past. But all i really want is just to know what will happen next, so that way i won't get hurt.
Then why is it that the past few events were so unpredictable? Why did they have to happen to me?
And how the hell am I still alive?
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