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United States of America
NXX XXXX
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There’s a song. I don’t know what it’s called. But I remember the lyrics.
It’s 4am and I can’t sleep
Her love is all that I can see
Memories made in the coldest winter
Goodbye my friend will I love again
I can’t sleep. It’s 4am.
But I can’t see anything. Not physically. My lamp is on and bright white. But metaphorically. I can’t see.
It’s like I’m blind. I don’t know what’s waiting for me. That scares me. It terrifies me. Where will a person like me go? Where do I have to go? What kind of future am I going to have?
I wanted to be a “Lucy.” But…can I become one?
The night is so lonely.
I want to be with the moon.
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Tick Tock [short story]
Teen Fiction[updating slowly, but surely] ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ❝why do humans alone feel the need to ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀record the past, ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀the present, ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀and the future?❞ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀