She was alone now. She used to be one of them but not anymore. Finaly she was as free as the seeds she blowed from the flower in the big dramatic symbolism of freedom.
How had she gotten addicted to this, it was just a question of wanting to fit in. To be accepted by the others by tasting the sweat nectar of the grape.
It started for acceptance but soon everyday was a day of drinking just to take the day she thought she was free but was traped. But now free
virre
(joined
over 14 years
ago)
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English is NOT my native language, and yet I write in it. With all the mistakes that follows. Such as I write wrong on some of the more common words there and their. Shamefully as it is , I should know the difference.
The fact that my inspiration for quick stories mostly comes while tired do not help the spelling either.
