I dubbed this a 'short story' but in all honesty, it was more of a poetry/prose book before I got down to fleshing it out with proper narration.
Interpret this book as you wish. My input would be that there's always a point in which the floor under you doesn't break anymore; once you hit rock bottom, the lines between what you perceive and your own personal hell disappears.
There's a difference in the writing quality because half of the book was written before I went on a brief break. But in that brief moment did I lose all skills as an author haha.
Hope you enjoyed. I certainly enjoyed writing it—went down the memory lane while I was at it. I tried to save the integrity of the original work so apologies if the book doesn't seem to make sense.
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