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 Posted: Mon Feb 13, 2012 7:14 pm
There's no point in living. No point to life. Those were my thoughts on that rainy day, but little did I know how wrong I was.
Water sloshed beneath my sneaker-covered feet.My thoughts were dark, they consumed me. I didn't want to go home. I really just didnt know what to do. That is, not until I met the guy who turned my life around.
My clothes were soaked. I was freezing, yet I didn't care. I just wanted out of life. Out of my bondage. No one cared about me anyways, so what was the point?
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Posted: Thu Jun 07, 2012 3:47 pm
This is very short. Are you planning on elaborating and writing more??
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