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INQUIETUDE

Peacheezzy
in·qui·e·tude /inˈkwīəˌt(y)o͞od/ noun: inquietude, physical or mental restlessness or disturbance. Quietly depression, physical and mental restlessness or disturbance. Each soul holds quiet secrets and stories untold, even from those we trust the most. There's an empty space within the heart that no one else can reach. Life is a road. Winding, steep, descending, and full of obstacles. A journey through light and shadow, joy and sorrow, laughter and tears. Each story begins in dazzling wonder, painting our minds with vivid hopes and dreams. But as time flows, that wonder begins to blur beneath the weight of what is real. Though beauty fades, it doesn’t mean it won’t find its way back to the light. A perfect story isn't one untouched by hardship, but one that walks through it and somehow finds the meaning hidden in every mystery along the way. So how do you find a happy ending? Keep going, break through what holds you back. Because after every passing storm, the sky always finds its way back to bloom with color once more. Genre: Slice of life, angst, psychology, little bit of romance Warning!: Typo, self-harm, violence All uploaded works are original creations born from the author's imagination and thoughts. ‼️SO PLEASE DON'T REPOST THEM ANYWHERE.‼️ If this work causes discomfort, please feel free to leave ^^ All of the characters belong to Peacheezzy. This story springs solely from my own thoughts. Any resemblances in ideas, themes, elements are pure accidental and no way intended to hurt or offend anyone.
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