Little Girl Lost

Little Girl Lost

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I felt as though my life was over and that no one could really help me at this point. I began to smoke and drink even more, thinking my problems would go away and that everything would get better. But things got worse. I felt more stressed out and often felt worthless. I did not want to live anymore. I asked God why I had been born and why he was allowing me to go through so much heartache and pain. I felt like I was still only a child and that the pressures of life were simply too much to handle. Her childhood torn apart by unhappy parents, She soon built a wall around her heart, brick by brick. She learned she couldn't trust her mother, that her father wouldn't be there for her, and that she and her siblings had to rely on each other. Little Girl Lost tells the tragic story of one girl who didn't know how to cope with the uncertainties of a large world. Shayla Rice's honest memoir details the frightening situations she encountered and her mounting problems she faced when she became so overwhelmed that only God could help her. Discover the same hope that saved a Little Girl Lost and crumbled the walls that isolated her heart.
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I'm gonna get him killed. Someday. Somehow. I'm gonna get him killed. And the worst part? He knows I will. "Turn this into a fucking game, I'm begging you to make a bet out of it, just to see how long you'll last trying to change it before you realize not only you, but no one can. Genie gives you three wishes? Not enough. Every single memory taken out of my brain? Still only got one reality. A gun to my head....? You'll know my last words even if I don't get to say them." "A gun to mine?" An enemies to dead lovers, if you may. "A gun to yours?" I fucking hate him. "We're not the kind that fear death, why?" I really fucking hate him. "We know it doesn't end anything, we know it starts everything. You think a gun to your head's gonna be the last? No, either we write a sequel together in hell, or you're gonna find me taking a relaxing bath in someone's blood." "Do you know what a gun to yours means?" "A gun to my head....?" "A gun to your head, means a gun in my hands." He smiles. "Take my last breath from me, and I'll give you my last words."

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