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W A R N I N G
This book deals with issues such as bullying, mental illnesses, suicide, and death. If you are easily triggered by these themes then STOP HERE, DO NOT READ. The aim of this book is to tell a story through someone else's eyes, not to trigger anyone. Thank you.
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C O P Y R I G H T
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the publisher, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews and other noncommercial uses permitted by copyright law.
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A W A R D S
1st Place winner of the Wicked Awards, hosted by @TheWickedAwards
1st Place winner of the Flowers Awards, hosted by @TheFlowersAwards
1st Place winner of the Royalty Awards, hosted by @TheRoyaltyAwards
2nd Place winner of the Cats And Beyond award, hosted by @ProtectTheCats
3rd Place winner of the Imagination Awards, hosted by TIAwards2019
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E X T E N D E D S Y N O P S I S
Relapse, recover, repeat.
Relapse, recover, repeat.
Evelyn's life is a cycle, influenced by her emotional baggage and haunting past. Suffering from disorders and self-deprecating tendencies, she struggles to stay afloat, but only sinks deeper with her demons.
And then three chance encounters fill her with hope. The hope of forgiving and forgetting. The hope of falling in love. The hope of complete happiness.
Will this hope last? Or is it all an illusion?
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E M P A T H Y
For anyone trying to find themselves among the chaotic mess we call life.
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D E D I C A T I O N
This story is dedicated to many, for making me realize opinions are overrated, and every sad, lonely, but still breathing soul ❤️
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E P I G R A P H
❝the ground beneath her feet was cold and the hands warming up inside her pockets weren't hers. her head was empty of thoughts; her heart was void of feelings her mouth was dry and so were her eyes. ❞
