Letters from a Wrecked Heart.

Letters from a Wrecked Heart.

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"You never know, how much of tragedy, that broad smile has ever hidden" - For every person out there who thought I was genuinely loved and happy under that tough facade of apathy, I wore over my distressed self. For the cruel society, who are selfish enough to judge people, they don't know. Because one thing I know for sure is, human mind, working in a group, held not an ounce of individuality anymore. To every single being who had to give up their innocence and happiness to the brutality of life. The edges of my own broken heart were killing me inside out, puncturing holes in my mind, to let even the littlest bit of happiness and hope to seep out of it. Life wasn't a gift for me, like many of you. It was a battle. And I was armless. - Warning: story maybe slightly triggering towards the end. [please read the message at the end. (:]
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I'm about to tell you a story about a girl. A normal girl. A girl that had no cares in the world, until her trust for it was stripped away. When you read her story, you'll find yourself trusting her, loving her, rooting for her. But you see, not everyone gets to trust the world. Not everyone has a happy ending. --- Halfway through the kiss however, his attitude changed; instead of being a loving embrace, it became a fierce trap. His grip on her waist tightened, trapped her where she was instead of simply holding her where he wanted her. The hand in her hair grabbed a section of it, enforcing his demand for her not to go anywhere. Before she knew what was happening, he left go of her hair, and pushed her to the ground. She gasped, suddenly able to breathe. He stood up and walked over to her. He placed a soft hand on her cheek, just like he used to when he was telling her how special she was to him. None of the emotion was there this time however, all she could feel radiating from his was rage. "You shouldn't have run off, babe," he said bitterly. "I was about to show you how much I loved you. Instead, I now have to show you what happens when you anger me." --- The men regarded her, before she was shoved to the ground and one produced a whip. There, laying broken on the floor, as the other girls watched, she was whipped. Slowly, she felt her skin breaking in time with her heart and her will.

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