The Socialite (short story)

The Socialite (short story)

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There I was standing in the middle of the field with no friends, confidence or bravery left in me. How ever I was strong, I wasn't gonna cry. The tears where threatening to spill. Everyones eyes were stuck to mine, peering into my soul. All I really wanted at this moment was for the ground to create a dark hole under my feet and for me to be devoured in it.
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When you are the source of light and hope of the people dear to you, where would you turn to if the past mixes up with the present and consumes every part of you? How will you stand still if your ground is crumbling yet your feet are tied? Life wouldn't stop challenging you. It was meant to bring out a version of you that you never knew existed.

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