Same Self Novels & Stories

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Thank you for never giving up on yourself, Yvonne. I truly felt like I needed to express gratitude toward myself for never giving up on myself. I gazed at the blue sky outside the exhibition hall and held the hands of my husband and son. I was filled with immense gratitude, as every single one of my days ahead, having broken free from those awful people, was going to be incomparably brilliant.

meeting. -We come home Nicolas. I don't really have the mind to hang out with these rich kids talking to them about things they won't be able to understand. -Excuse me sir but you forget that you are as rich as them and even more than them! -Just Nicolas! I am rich. They are rich kids. There is a difference in the fact that I earned the money with my own hands while they inherit those from their parents. -I understand sir but it surprises me that between rich you sometimes denigrate yourself.

Might I add. I haven't met him, but this six dude terrifies me. I don't even know what he looks like. For all I know, I've seen him and just walked past him, and yet something tells me that I would know if I had finally seen him. "And this is my personal favorite place to be, mini hell," Cash announced as we reached the cafeteria. It was lunchtime, and my morning had gone fairly well. We walked in and headed towards a table I could only guess was their spot since they all headed towards it.

she asked watching as he avoided making eye contact with her. Samuel was not a new kid in school but the other students did mistook him for one. He was quiet, always keeping to himself; he had a lovely deep voice and a body that said he visits Amanda’s dad gym every day. OK, maybe not her dad's gym but, a gym. He’s tall, dark hair, with a beauty mark at the right-side top of his lips that makes his face look more handsome.

“But аѕ long as you аrе there, then thеrе іѕ nо one еlѕе I need. I don’t nееd a fаnсу day tо give mе fond memories. I just nееd уоu bу mу ѕіdе, ѕwеаrіng tо love еасh оthеr fоr еtеrnіtу.” “And wе wіll, but I . . . іt dоеѕn’t fееl right. I’m bеіng ѕеlfіѕh lеttіng mу demons wіn. I knоw how muсh уоu lоvе mе аnd for that I can wait.”

I scratched my head. "Seriously?" He couldn't believe the question. I slowly nodded in response. "So, I still have hope." He said as if he was thinking. I was wondering, is this saying? is he talking to himself or me? Hmm, it turns out we're both the same, you're talking to yourself. "It's not just a joke hahah." Ahh, it turns out I'm the one he's talking to, I thought it was him. It's a shame we're the same thing.

Damn, can I really control myself? TO BE CONTINUED

Consider it done. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Controlled. Just like me.