Growth and Decay

A Short Story

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I’ve been procrastinating with this story for a while now. It’s been an unwritten, unfinished ramble in my notebooks. I kept finding reasons not to write and I realized recently that I hold stories so close to my chest that I cannot see them clearly. It’s practically a cliche but I’m afraid of letting them go. I’m afraid of being able to breathe.