Writing is not only a way to express my thoughts and ideas, but it opens up a window for my imagination to run wild. I can be as creative as I want, the limit being my own imagination. People around me don't have the time or the general interest to listen to my stories, so I use writing to cope. When I read my own stories, I see a reflection of my inner child and chaotic mind; that somehow seems organized to me. Being a teenager comes with a lot of pressure and stress, but this brings me some relief and I cling to it like a lifeline, for my sanity's sake.
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Story by Lia-Kinger
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The Ones That Truly Matter
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It seemed like the end for Celine. If she pulled the trigger, it would all be over. She could finally join he...