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DisgracedHe couldn't believe it's this bad...
The wound had almost scarred; almost healed itself.
It seemed too good to be true.
To think he could actually be free of this.. Binding emotions.
But then, one night he walked up to the mirror, and for the first time in a very, very long time,
He looked into the mirror, long and hard.
He didn't just see himself,
He saw himself, and he felt himself.
He was a wreck
Emotionally, Physically, Mentally.
Everything about him was horrid.
Sure, on the surface, he seemed like everyone else.
But he wasn't normal.
Every time he moved, he was askew.
Every time he opened his mouth and spoke, he couldn't form a single straight sentence.
Every time he conjured a thought, it was saturated with darkness.
And every damned time you looked into his eye, you could see his Soul...
And it was fractured, seeping his own Life Force.
Once you saw that, his outwardly appearance was different.
His once normal posture was slouched,
His once decent clothes became stained and tatt
AmnesiacYou're going down a cavern
Dark as night, nothing in front of you is visible.
You're trying to feel for the cave's wall
But all you feel is cold air sting your skin and a great gash on your head.
Your hand finally hits something, and you start feeling it, trying to see just what it is that you've gotten.
You see that it is indeed the wall, so you start walking along it
Your bared feet stepping on the gravelly ground.
You've continued along the path, the wet stone coating your hands in moisture
Light has pierced your eyes, but these were only natural holes in the cavern's ceiling
Higher then you could ever possibly reach.
All of a sudden you hear a noise from behind you.
You turn to see what it is, frightened.
You call out "Hello" but there's no response.
Fearing for you life, you start running, ignoring that you're now even more lost then before.
You begin to see light, running to it with all your strength.
You trip and land at the edge, now crawling with your arms because your legs re
Teenage TaoismGiving birth is the closest I’d ever felt to dying.
Before that, my near death experiences had consisted only of my silent announcement of pregnancy—silent, being that my social media accounts were all deleted almost simultaneously and I never returned to school in the fall, saying without really saying that I had caught the malicious disease of “teenage pregnancy”. I’m sure the whisper spread in the hallways like the Bubonic Plague. That September, sitting at home on what would have been the first day of my senior year, I imagined friends I’d never talk to again saying “she was only seventeen, and so full of life!” at my absence in the cafeteria tables, as if they were attending my funeral instead of talking about me behind my back.
"Full of life," I had snorted then, folding a never ending stream of what had once been my own baby clothes. "Literally."
I walked around like a zombie for the months of my pregnancy, deciding t
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