Remember the story about a beautiful princess who fell asleep at the cast of a witch and was awoken by the prince of her dreams? The story of Aurora? Well, I onced believed in fairytales and happy endings, but not anymore. How can one be so stupidly blinded by mislead stories, stories that live in someone elses imagination? How is it even possible for us to fall into the trap of a non existent world? When the true judgement of life blinds the possibility of a happy ending.When one is engulfed in pain so bad, it's all they breathe, and yet the world can be so overseeing to this torment with simple industrial streek. What is the true meaning of love when who you thought was your protection, does the unbelievable and numbs your feeling of reality bruising every essence of your soul and the beauty of life within every part of your being? And what do we believe in when we are told to dream big and the minute we do, we take a kick in the stomach and all hope is shattered, oozing out of your being, like the yolk of a half cooked egg, and is smeared before your very eyes? What do you do when all of your broken bones and bruised skin suddenly whispers the words you never thought were possible? When the torment of your lifeless soul tells you that, The urge to escape is bigger than the worth of your last breath.
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Urge To Escape
WerewolfWhen all you have to protect you is people who do not know you, and running into four walls makes your urge to escape that much more thirsty, who do you turn to? Aurora Holloway has the life of the ideal perfect girl, but how far is she willing to...
