When I Write
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  • Reads 206
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  • Parts 8
  • Time 53m
Ongoing, First published Jun 09, 2016
"I had every intention of doing it," I admit, "I had every intention of ending my life in that moment."
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 Sometimes, most of the time, I think of giving up, when everything gets too hard, I think the world is better off without me. My life hasn't been easy, and having depression doesn't make it easier. In those times, I wish my mom was still with me, to comfort me, but resurrecting the dead maybe too much to ask. 

In those moments I do the only thing that helps, I take a pen and I write my mind, my heart and my soul on a paper, although, one paper is never enough.

My name is Charlie Colton and I have depression. But what you should really know about me is that I'm about to be a writer.
I am a writer.
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My first story ever written inspired by my undying dreams to be a writer. What does it takes to be a writer? Who are the people that inspires us to do things that we are meant to do? You'll find out through this story! Enjoy reading. Feel free to leave comments.