When Everything Went To Hell
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Last published Fri, Oct 5, 2018
This is a message to all readers. This is my story of When Everything Went To Hell. You can stop if it makes you uncomfortable. I hope others will continue.
I am writing this down in what is now a new book. For the sake of someone maybe finding it and knowing my story. Of what happened to me.
My name is not important, what happened to me is. But in case it bugs you, my name is Natalie Rivers.
And I was raped. But a lot happened before that. I really hope you listen. Because no one else will. And now everyone hates me. I have no one and a deadly secret.
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