I look into your eyes and i see it.
The difference between me and you.
The shine in your hair and the dirt in mine.
The smile on your face while my smile dies.
The fancy clothes that you wear while mines are trash.
The friends that you have, but i only have my own back.
I can look at you and see an angel.
I can look at me and see the earth.
A huge chunk of dirt, crawling with bugs.
Infected, incurable, floating in a vast void of nothingness.
Slowly dying away.
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A suspiciously odd amount of Short Stories.
बेतरतीबHere's some stories that are small, may not have a beginning. May not have an ending. But they are what they are. Deal with it I guess. "//" - Super short writing bits. ">><<" - Short Stories.
