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Submitted to Contest #205
I thought that suicide was the only way to set myself free. There was nothing left to do. I tried repairing broken relationships. I tried to make myself feel useful. I tried to reconnect with the world, and I even tried therapy. Nothing worked. It was 10:00 pm on a Tuesday evening. I had nothing. All of my friends had moved away a couple of years ago. My family basically gave up on me and my depression. They bought me this small, crappy apartment that I’ve despised, but it was better than living on the streets, I guess. I had lost my j...
Submitted to Contest #188
————————————————————————————————————— It was winter. The room was dry and cool. That one tiny window in her apartment was opened, letting in breezes of the crisp air outside. The sound of New York City bustling. The old wallpaper had already begun to peel at its corners. The low sun shone in through the window and created a daze of orange light. She stared at it. Her eyes watching it, peeking up from the top of her laptop screen. The sun reflecting off of it. The black piano. It was upright; its white and black keys relaxed. Quiet. Like ...
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