How many times will I do this to myself? How many times of falling and feeling empty. The faintest of something flickering is dieing out quickly. Too quickly for comfort. It hurts more than physical pain, it scars the mind and the body. Where did I go wrong? What did I do to get here in the complete darkness of my soul? When did this first happen to me? Why can't I escape it, me. How do I get rid of this permanently? I know the answer to that one, I tried and was trapped in the web of lies I created. I know the truth, I didn't lose that. I played a dangerous game, the result is always the same.
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The Incomplete Thoughts Of A Wondering Soul
Short StoryWarning: depressing. Acollection of thoughts, an expression of one's inner thoughts.
