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"I am," I start.
But I am no longer.
I am not who I was, I am not who I want to be.
I am not where I should be.
I am not me.
"I am," I start.
Bu..
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I was sitting, if you could even call it that, on the couch in the living room. The room quietly buzzed around me, a fluid picture of muted life, whic..
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And snow waits for frost's first winds, its icy gusts. It falls upon the frozen ground, and waits then too, for the children and adults to see its pur..
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and it was still, quiet as a breath intaken, sharp like the glass fragments from the shattered window scattered haphazardly across the floor, tensio..
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A short story about a girl and her metaphoric journey inside herself after a heartbreak.
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