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Short story.
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Tital says it all really.
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There is no outward breath of relief after holding it in for so long, you almost suffocate.
..Keep holding.
'Till your panicking, frantic, oxygens a..
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And it dosnt even ryme. This isn't a poem, just a series of feelings translated into words. Guess I just wanted to put it out there. Maybe people will..
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The scrambled sound in the background of chatting is muffled, my ears are underwater.
The world is a blur, my minds spinning, eyes tripping, I'm dizz..
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I'm writing a story, and I humbly invite you to read. I'll be posting it chunk by chunk/ chapter by chapter, as it's easier for me this way. It's high..
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I want to be a writer, but I can't.
I want to be an author, want to lead you worlds away.. to work the words a certain way, creating perfect plays an..
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For the purpose of possibly making this piece easier to imagine, to hopefully allow you to fully indulge yourself in my words, Ive written this as if ..
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