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As I enter an abandoned house, I heard a girl weeping. In the pitch black halls, I walk towards the cry and in the corner of a room I see a girl in the corner. This girl is not familiar and she was undressed, dirty and just facing the corner in a sitting position. I went to the to comfort her telling her every thing is fine and I will find help. She start puking written pages. The pages were worn down and old. I woke up to the weirdest dream of my life. Unexplained but still trying my hardest to decipher this.

Well it’s actually stealing someones ideas and make something better out of it or at least sharing their stories with the world. Well I’m in the midst of making short films for the next 5 years and I’ve been collecting peoples life story. From love stories to life experiences. Mental breakdowns are my forte because I have one too. Just that this dream is kinda weird that it’s happening to someone else. Maybe I’m here to help the rest of the world to think on a positive note, as my first short will be about my own life experience but ending it with a positive side of suicidal tendencies. It’s hard to accept that I have this demented part of me and in hopes I get to lock this part of my life in a shoe box full of unwanted memories, but it’s high time to accept it and share it with the world and confront my fears.

It’s now or never. Time to write my script and in hopes that the demons pass away.

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