It wasn't butterflies this time. There was a knot in the pit of my stomach, rumbling around like a concrete mixer only this felt heavier. It was the day, I knew it the moment I woke up that morning. It was the day my world falls apart, everything I waited, what felt like a lifetime for was going to end. Hopelessness was the only thing I felt that day. I dug my own grave and left the shovel above surface before jumping in. Why did I do this? Why do I always do this? I always ask myself those questions but never have an answer. I want to make it better but I buried myself so deep a 20 ft ladder wouldn't help. What's done is done but it's not the end.
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Borderline
Short StoryThere's a war in her head, love in her heart and the only armor she has is her bare skin. A battle she was never prepared for.
