Story cover for The Monster That Lives Inside by SarahCheshirKat
The Monster That Lives Inside
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Complete, First published Apr 23, 2017
Kira has walked through her entire life on eggshells. She feels as if the word is against her. How long will she be able to hold on to her last strand of life before it snaps? Will someone try to save her before it's too late? Or will she have to face all her demons alone?

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