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I wrote a song. The lyrics are 100% original mine, and I used an AI to make the melody and a female singer, just to see how it would be. It sounded so beautiful I actually cried.

I shared it with my family earlier today, and five minutes ago my mom decided to berate me, accusing me of not being the author. She asked countless times where did I get that, and by the end she stomped away after I said to her face that she doesn't believe I'm capable of doing art.

I'm hurt with her accusations.

If anyone is curious, this is the song. It's in brazilian portuguese, my main language.

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Us humans have to endure and tolerate. Endure and tolerate everything... but for how long?

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I am running low on fucks to give.

I might break my cane onto someone's head before the month ends...

... and it'll be probably on my own head.

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Despite the Universe's best attempts, I'm still alive.

... I mean, they were not the best attempts, if I'm still kicking even when I'm not even trying to fight back...

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I've just noticed earlier today, I've lost all my instinct of self-preservation.

I don't want to actively off myself, no! But I won't actively work to evade possibly lethal situations I may end up facing...

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Bro wil say "Yea, I'm fine" and be looking like this knight.

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Please wait while the Wizard finishes the installation.

Art by Doug Beekman for Darkmage by Barbara Hambly (1988)

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Not sure I want to post shit just for posting shit or if I do it for attention.

But I WANT to post shit!

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I've been less frequent on Random Short Stories than I wanted... but at least I am posting there.

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I am literally sick. Multiple sclerosis. But I don't stress about it... I have heavier things on top of me.

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Art by Rose Characters on Facebook (https://www.facebook.com/RoseCharacters)

The dragon lady, with her serpentine body and human-like torso, looks into my eyes. I... don't know what exactly I feel under such a powerful gaze. But I know exactly what I don't feel. Fear.

Many legends and myths say that dragons instill utter terror into men's hearts, but I don't fear her. I feel... at peace? No, that's not it... I feel relaxed, almost joyful. Is this some kind of trick so her prey, me, can't escape and she can devour me more easily?

"Fear not, human." Her voice sounds melodic, but almost sad. My first instinct, as soon as my body gets back to moving, is to drop my spear by my side, almost tossing it away. Her voice has not a single drop of agression. "I can see the wounds that hurt your body, from the last battle. They are not life threatening, but you will not be able to fend for yourself until you heal them properly."

Her scaly tail, with her dorsal crest waving almost like flames, pushes me deeper into her cave on the face of the mountain, away from the storm and from the battlefield, now quiet from the battle that I survived. "Rest properly, take the time your physical body needs to heal properly. Until then..." she swirls around me, so I can look into her compassionate eyes, with an expression that looks eerily like a mixture of happiness and sadness. "Until then, let me help soothe and heal the mental scars and psychological wounds that your soul carry. I can't see them, but my heart can feel it."

I tried to interject, to ask why she's doing this, but she pressed a finger over my lips to silence me. "I don't enjoy any kind of violence, unlike the tales you may have heard about my kind. And I love life. That's why I want you to recover, so you can return to your loved ones and help their hearts rest properly... unlike mine."

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A lot happened. But at the same time, a lot did not happen. Life's strange, we have to play with the cards we're dealt.

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Art by Rose Characters on Facebook (https://www.facebook.com/RoseCharacters)

An angel right in front of me? In the middle of... nowhere? What kind of hallucination is this giant white void? Am I dead? What is happening?

"Fear not, noble human.", she speaks, pulling me from my deep thoughts. "You are not dead, you were just chosen by our god."

She's... blushing? "Wait... Chosen? For what? And why me?" "You were chosen for you abilities. Our god has seen your achievements in countless different worlds, and has chosen you as the Hero from another world to help liberate ours."

"Abilities? I don't have any, I just push paper in an office and play videogames on my spare time! ... wait." It suddenly dawns on me. "Are you talking about the games I've completed 100%?"

"Indeed. You've amassed a very impressive collection of abilities in all those worlds you've saved."

"But all of that was fiction! I can't shoot, I can't use a sword, I can't use magic, I can't even ride a bycicle!"

The angel raises a hand, and it's glowing. "Worry not, noble human. All those skills are still inside of you, you just need..." She points her finger to me, and that glow jumped from her hand to surround me. "... to awaken them."

I... have no idea what she did to me. But I can feel it... I don't know how, but now I know how to do all those things I've said I can't do. I can feel the power running though my veins!

"Please, hear our plea. Help us liberate the world, as the prophecy foretold." She walks closer, really closer, now I could touch her if I just reach out with my hand. "If you do it, we'll be forever in your debt."

A green circle starts glowing under me, shining up a very bright light. I can feel something happening. "Wait! Who are you? What is this?"

"If you succeed in your mission, I swear by my name, Maion, that I'll personally reward you with whatever you desire that's in my power."

The green circle under me now is formed by thorny vines that start wrapping me up from my legs. It doesn't hurt, but the sensation is... weird.

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And this is the reason I don't know how to talk about myself.

You've been rejected since the moment you were born and other people ask you to "tell them about yourself"

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I've decided to start a new tumblr just for my writing exercises, so it'll be easier to keep track of what I write and the stories don't get lost here amidst my depression thoughts.

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My tears mean nothing and they won't change anything.

But they still will wet my face when I'm alone.