A red string that I was so proud of
One that was connected to a destiny I couldn't wait for
But when I followed it
I found I was going in circles
Round and round
And I was lost
I looked back in hopes of following the string back to where I started
But I found the string cut
And too far to use my memory of what I knew
So I continued to follow the string
Till the end
Where I found
That all alone
I was the only one holding the string
And finally
I realized
They were right all along
My destiny is empty
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Short StoryJust some short stories that may or may not be bad, as well as things that pop up in my head.
