indigo mila stevens.
who was i?
there were about 7.125 billion people in the world.
and yet i thought i was merely just taking up space.
what was my purpose?
i was nineteen years old.
done with high school, but unsure of what to do next.
couldn't really afford college, even if we did, i don't even know if i'd stay.
i talk about being happy a lot.
something i yearn for.
and if it were a quality you had to search for.
i would be looking endlessly for it.
so, what is my purpose in this world?
i don't know.
and maybe i'll never find out.
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Eleven
Short Storywe met on a rooftop on the 11th day of the 11th month of the 11th hour. all because i had a seizure. it was weird because i hadn't had one in eight months. maybe it was fate. or maybe it was meant to be fatal. seeing as though we met at a hospital. ...
