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Short Story (Mini-Saga): “Aching Fingers”

I gave up, I thought. It was never mine, the need, the want, the desire. “It’s for your own good”, they said. Is it? Then why do I feel empty inside me? My fingers are aching, my neck is sore, my shoulders, tired. This wasn’t what I wanted. I don’t feel happy. When was it, when did this requirement became my passion and ended up as a chore? 

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