I cry, I laugh, I smile, I shiver, I break, I fall, I get torn down, I get hurt. I'm not a strong person, but I do make it through the hard times in my life. But don't we all just barely get by, with one tiny thread of hope, that we will all end up fine, and nothing bad can happen. But when you grow up, and start to become an adult, your happiness fades, you don't care for your old dreams, and all you want is to get rid of your current nightmares, but you can't run away from who you are, because who you are, is all that they wish they could be, and by 'they' I mean the dead. It doesn't matter what you believe. Christian, Morman, Catholic, Atheist, what ever you are, embrace it. But one flaw in all of those religions, Satan will always have control over you, no matter what. I would know, I was the daughter of Satan, and when Satan dies, well, his only child must take over the job. That's me. Everyone I love will slowly drift away, and everything I will love, will hate me forever. It's the curse. The only way to avoid it is to get married before the previous Satan dies, and now, since I am not married, I will never find true love, and even if it is just in a fairytale, I would like to live in a fairytale for one night, instead of this horror story.
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Talking To The Moon
Novela Juvenil"My dear Marseille, I won't forget you, forever we will be together, but for now I must be going, I can't stand another heart break" I read the note aloud, my hands trembling, as the one who I loved is lying in front of me, dead. I continue to read...
