by Anonymous Writer, Age 14
I remember the constant stench of what seemed to be like a rotting individual. It smelt like decaying flesh and soul. As I grew, the stench grew stronger and stronger. As it grew stronger, I grew weaker. Weaker than a skeleton with no flesh or bones. At one point in a life that felt like eternity, I couldn’t take the stench anymore. I did everything in my power to get that wretched stench out from the depths of my nostrils. I failed and failed. I tried and tried again. I just wanted to give up. I wanted to let the stink surround me. Even though I told a few others, some who had the same smell as my own, I still felt alone with this abnormality. I still wanted to give up. But soon enough, I realized that I’m doing this for me. Other people can’t take the odor that surrounds my whole body. I have to, on my own. At a certain point, the stench would fade away towards the back of my nose. A new smell would come in front of it. One that smelt like honeysuckles and fresh wind. I enjoyed it. I enjoyed myself again. More than I ever have. I’m glad I didn’t give up because this smell was the most opulent scent that I have ever smelt. I’m glad I’m here.
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