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Society's influence has created a certain idea of what love is supposed to be. That if it's the right person, then love will come easy. The thought makes me laugh if I'm honest.

Sometimes it can feel as though the world is ending because of the pain you feel inside.

I miss you, and I don’t know if I can forgive you why you did. Poem.

Just a lil something I wrote. More of the prologue to a book than a short story, but let me know what you think.

I'll be alright, I always am. Just because I miss you, it doesn't make me less of who I am.

She stood on a stone column, hunched over in fear...

My grandfather passed away several years ago, yet I can still feel him in every single thing.

Sometimes we feel trapped, and sometimes we feel as though there is only one way out. Poem.

Everyone at one point or another struggle with depression or suicidal thoughts. Some hide it well enough that they manage to get through daily life and no one notices.

I saw her pain, her scars, and said nothing, too frozen by the force of my own pain to offer what relief I could to her's.