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a story of a life of a girl. she was afraid to grow up.

She could recall the rush of adrenaline, the lifting motion in her stomach, the smile that graced her face after the fact. Power wasn't something easily forgotten.

Stories are remembered more than people. That’s why I remember the saying, but not the person who told it to me.

If all the unfathomable chances and stars didn’t drift into a straight line, like an airplane runway for me to take off into their heart.

But his hand were another thing entirely; nimble fingers, smooth skin, even something as accurate as anatomical sketches could not capture what she saw.

This is my personal experience. Yep, life is tough sometimes.

Relax and let Life deal with it.

A short horror story.

True friendship is hard to find.

Aliens that protect the human race...

This helps you calm down.