And then she felt that feeling in her chest growing up. It was not love, it was nothing. She was writing and freezing. Music in her earphones, she was about to faint and there was no one to hold her. She was going through the dark and she was alone, her breathing started to go faster, she didn't even see the way, she knew it by memory. She was going home but it never felt like home. That feeling beating in her heart making her wish to come back in time and enjoy when she was younger. No feelings in the chest, not away from home, not writing in a phone in the middle of the night just like now.
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Midnight Confessions
Short StoryI write notes every night, it's just how I feel and how I see things in life. I'm a broken girl with a broken heart and that's all I got to say.
