50 Word Stories: Uneven

I'm uneven, out of kilter, slanting like a see-saw one way then the other, my sea legs unprepared for this thing called life. In a constant reactionary state, I repel and attract when a steadying space is all I require, a place to breathe. Thank god you're holding my hand.

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