Mistakes. My specialty. I seem to be blind to right and wrong. Or maybe just ignorant. Doesn't matter anymore. I've accepted who I really am. I believe it's best everyone else should stay away. All I do is cause others pain and suffering. Besides, there is nothing to love here. Why do I continue to try? To change. To love. To live. What more is there for me? I've been deemed immature, selfish, hateful. My anger runs deep. Anger towards myself. I deem my worth as a person: equal to nothing. I'm hoping the turmoil inside of me will soon be the cause of my end. That's the extent of what I deserve. To live no more. Possibly then will I be relieved.
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Forever Free
Short StoryThe shadows never fade, always lurking in the depths. Surrounding, closing in. Suffocating from the inside out. Releasing the voices cackling underneath. Trapped in utter darkness no light can penetrate. It's always eerily quiet. Constantly...
