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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Wed, Oct 19, 2022
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Fiction
Romance
Erin Fenty had her fair share of being dealt bad hands in life. No parents, being exchanged for drugs and moving from house to house before the age of nine. You'd think the cards just weren't in her favor. Until one day she finally settles into a place. In that place she grows, she's safe, there is love and even a Bestfriend. What happens when new cards are drawn and that place is now filled with loss, betrayal and confusion? What happens when your house of cards go up into flames? The things you thought you knew for sure are false and the love you found turned to vengeance. Bright eyes now dull, once naive experienced trauma growth and learning how to play a game became life. Rule #1 Show no love, love will get you killed Rule#2 Acting on emotions will lead to the wrong path Rule #3 Words carry less weight than actions Rule #4 Make sure you can kill what you love if you have to... even if it's killing who you used to be.
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I adored the way love appeared on the big screen-two people destined to go to great lengths just to be together. Above all else, they bent the world to make space for their love. And yet, I never once asked why: if love is boundless, without constraint, why does it so often arrive as an interruption-demanding more than it can give? Maya says love recognizes no barriers. I take that as gratitude for those with genuine hearts and sound minds. As for me, if you must intrude, disturb my peace-not my time. I remember the first time you let my heart bleed. We were young, and I prayed to God to change your mind-but my life was just beginning. I told myself, if it's meant to be, it will find its way back to me. So I wiped my tears and continued on my way. But then I found you again. Maybe I should have turned the other way. Maybe I should have been harder, colder, wiser. But something in me stayed soft. And just maybe-you were the answer. So I stayed. And I pray that my love for you won't be the end of me.

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