Abrasions and misfits are all the same.
Cast out by others into a life of solitude.
Sometimes I want solitude, I want to experience the void of nothingness.
Close to the finality of death but not quite. Something as timeless as sleep..
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Haze
Short StoryI see life through a haze. A foggy and blurred haze, that clouds my mind and leaves me with moments of doubt.
