Homeless To Wholeness

Homeless To Wholeness

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When I was 16 years old, my parents decided they didn't want me. We went on vacation, a cruise actually, all around Europe. We stopped briefly on an island somewhere near the Netherlands, where they left me in a tourist shop and never returned. There was never any warning for me, I thought they loved me. But I guess you never really know what's going on in other people's head. Three years have passed since that day, and I've been homeless on an island near the Netherlands, in the "Jansen Koninkrijk"or Jansen Kingdom, with no hope for my future. That is, until the Prince of this kingdom picked me up off the streets. ------------------------------------------------- This story is based off of a vivid dream I once had, with a few things changed of course. All the photographs, including the cover, are all my own creation as well! I hope you enjoy!
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this is my rendition of beauty and the beast and its far from disney Love does not exist. Not for me anyways. How could anyone show love for a monster like me? I was a bastard of a man who hermits himself inside a large, ominous castle. Almost all of the rooms were empty, showing little sign of what used to be, of the servants and family that used to inhabit it. The only sign that people still lived here was the linen and food that would be outside my bedroom door every morning and my bed being made when I wasn't in the room by the few servants who chose to stay and be loyal to me and my curse. Why they chose to remain here after the others fled?

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