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I've been working on a short story about my life/childhood. I figured I'd post it.
It's just a normal day, if you can call them that. The house is small, the sky is cloudy. The wind is blowing on the windows, making them shudder in response. And, like any other 'normal' day, my head is spinning. My mind is like an auditorium full of people. Some ( Read more... )
It's just a normal day, if you can call them that. The house is small, the sky is cloudy. The wind is blowing on the windows, making them shudder in response. And, like any other 'normal' day, my head is spinning. My mind is like an auditorium full of people. Some ( Read more... )
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