Disclaimer: This story is a work of friction. Names, characters, organizations, business, places, and incidents are products of the author's imagination and are used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual events, places, or persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
Typos, graphical errors, grammatical errors and whatsoever erros, wrong spelling and corny parts. I'm not one of the best writers.
I just wanna flex my imagination.
*Plagiarism is a crime
#LIFE'S SUCKS
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LIFE'S SUCKS
Short StoryIn me you reside, In my blood you abide. Razors peeling my soul the cry of an old owl. In front of the mirror I stand, Alone crying helplessly with no band, hope is gone and was my last friend, I guess this is it the end.
