In The Dark
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MatureOngoing44m
Last published Wed, Apr 17, 2019
I didn't know how to describe what it felt like when the first jolt of power waved through me. Maybe like a wave of pleasure but then it has pain with it at the same time. One thing I could say all the feelings were overwhelming. If I knew in that moment my life would change forever I would have never touched into my power, but I guess its impossible to reverse it.
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My life was completely normal just hours ago. No matter how much I tried I knew my life would never be the same. Maybe if I was eased in to this world it wouldn't have to be like this, but no I got to be shot like a bullet straight into it. Everyone I once cared for has let me down, if they just could have been honest. I guess people are correct when they say you can't trust anyone.
At the moment I should be sitting on my couch with my roommate watching Kardashians but in reality I was stumbling down a wet, cold, and dark road.
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