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Through My Eyes

Through My Eyes

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WpMetadataReadMatureComplete Sun, Oct 22, 201757m
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Going through life, trying not to give a fuck about what people say, and screaming at things that don't exist to other people but does to me. Have a good day! ******************************************************************************************* Contains: strong language, complaining, and in the earlier updates, thought of harming myself, and sucidal ideas as well. Would not recommand you read if you have history with these thing as it may or may not trigger.
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I've made it out of that nightmare I used to call home. The last person my parents had entrusted with my safety was a lie. The man I was being married off too turned out to be a ruthless monster. Escape was my only choice if I was going to come out alive. Now, I'm hundreds of miles away from the only home I knew. Living in a car, scraping by. Enduring what I was afraid of to begin with. A rich girl like me was not meant for the streets. But I'll be damned if they drag me down. If it means survival from here on out to keep me away from the hands of my own family so be it. But the universe seemed to have a different plan for me. One with three men, 3 bikes and a load of baggage they are not ready to deal with. Protecting myself is a priority, especially with the life that is growing inside of me. Distance is key, survival is crucial and staying the hell away from these men is detrimental. They've got no idea the hell that is me, Juniper Vanderbilt.

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