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I miss you. And I hate that I have to miss you.

I’m so terrified of losing her that it bleeds into my dreams. Most likely a problem. Definitely unhealthy.

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’ve always struggled with the concept of predestination and purpose. The darker part of my mind likes to supply answers.

There’s so much turmoil in the world, and I don’t know who is right and who is wrong, but I know I have to stand for something.

I apologize if this hurts you. I’ve moved past it.

We're born, we live, and we die; nothing truly matters.

The worst promises we break are the ones we make to ourselves.

There is always a place where peace can be found. The trick is knowing what you're willing to give up in order to attain it.

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

Grief can torture and blind you. Blind you to the fact that we are not alone in our pain; in our loss.