Graffiti Rock (A Short Story)
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Complete Thu, Aug 8, 2013<5 mins
Every person needs an outlet. It may not be an outlet for someone who is depressed and harms themselves, it could be for someone who doesn't know how to control their happiness.
Graffiti Rock is exactly that. It is a place that holds the secrets of many, and shares with those who only dare come into the abandoned location.
Graffiti Rock is not a rock, or a book or anything. It is just a place in our minds we choose not to discover. It is a place for the crazy, deranged, happy excited and sad.
But sadly, only a select number of people get to see the stories. The happy and sadness that lurks in everyone's head.
Are you one of them?
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