What?A Story by Harley AnnJust relax. Nerves. Confusion. Frustration. Wasn't i supposed to be beyond these things by now? I'm not in middle school anymore. So long ago...and not long at all. Fear. I'm not her. I'm not good enough for her. Not for anyone. I'm no one I desire to be. Why are you ignoring me? She knows more than I ever could. So you think. Just listen to me. I could never be truly alive...Sure, I have a pulse, but I'm not alive. Just a zombie, shot down and forgotten. Will you stop? I'm alive! Let me out! Let me play! Fear. I can stop it. Don't be afraid. Afraid to look like a fool? Talk to me I'm trying! How do I listen? Hello? Come back... Fear. Anger. Disappointment.
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Added on September 21, 2011 Last Updated on July 10, 2012 Author
Harley AnnI'm in some sort of Purgatory mixed with Hell right now.AboutI'm just a little hard to deal with right now. You can stop by if you'd like, but there's not much to see. My ghost would appreciate the company, though. more..Writing
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