To Be Born Different.
Time to leave.
'In the midst of battle, I hear their terrifying screams. Their cries for help, the wail's of pain. I did this. I created this. Oh god, what have I done?'
As I write, little drops of glistening water fall from the sky. My hair soaked, my surroundings silent. In this small abandoned playground, I write my stories. It's the only place that I can think. No disruptions, no annoying noises, just me.
Then it all changed. The silence began to fear me, the rain wouldn't fall, it was no longer a place of memories and dreams. No. It will never be the same. I can't write their anymore. I can't stay here. It's time for me to flee. Again.
As I write, little drops of glistening water fall from the sky. My hair soaked, my surroundings silent. In this small abandoned playground, I write my stories. It's the only place that I can think. No disruptions, no annoying noises, just me.
Then it all changed. The silence began to fear me, the rain wouldn't fall, it was no longer a place of memories and dreams. No. It will never be the same. I can't write their anymore. I can't stay here. It's time for me to flee. Again.
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I figured that I should update this but I wasn't very sure what I wanted to happen. So I wrote this little thing and hopefully (if I ever get to it) you'll find out who is actually saying this.