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Today I am sitting on the edge of a building. I've been swinging around the city for hours with seemingly no destination. No purpose. I am looking out onto the city, this awful, terrible, beautiful city. I want to cry. I want to cry and cry and scream until my lungs ache but I can't. The tears won't come to my eyes I don't think they ever will. I can't feel anything. I've resorted to eating spicy foods whenever I have the stomach to eat just to feel somthing...anything. I have nobody to run to. I'm just a speck on the map. A blip in the timeline soon to be erased, but not nearly soon enough. I wake up every morning and I feel like crap. My shoulders hurt my stomach burns. I can't loose weight. I cringe when I walk by a mirror. I hate my body. I want to be wanted. I want to feel like I matter to someone who could very well go and find someone else. Every day I just want to die but I can't die because I have to protect this city. My life isn't about me anymore it's about this duty that I have. Shouldn't that be purpose enough? I feel pathetic. I feel lonely. I feel like nothing matters. All I have is my name and my bleeding journal
- Peter
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Peter Parker Fanfics! 🕸️
ContoThis is my very first story that I'm putting out in the world so here goes absolutely nothing. I write Peter Parker sickfics for fun and I thought what the heck. So thanks for reading. A little background. These events do not follow the actual time...
