Tainted
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When I was younger I was weak. The moment I got older I got even weaker. Day by day I got weaker by the second. To others... I'm strong and powerful. If someone precious was killed right in front of me I wouldn't cry nor react at all. Others call that being strong. I call it being weak. Being in a pit of emptiness. I wish I could feel like others... Pain. I'm so used to pain that it doesn't affect me no longer. The only feeling I have left is the urge to die. I don't care how I die. I just want to escape this hell I've been living in my whole life
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This is my first attempt at writing a longer story. Here are few things about this novelette: - A novelette stands between a short story and a novella (7, 500- 17,500 words). - This story is not edited, so expect mistakes. - The story has explicit and mature contents. - As part of my "trademark," the story deals with love and loss. Expect drama! - The story is written in a nonlinear way. - I almost forgot; this is a lesbian story. If in any way you find it disgusting, you're free to bounce, yo! (In Jesse Pinkman's voice) - This is fiction. Question me and I will put you in here just to kill you, Game of Thrones style. Lol - © ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. Let's just support each other. Peace out! How does one make music using broken strings? Discover the powers and dangers of love in this mixture of clichés, realities, and fiction about love, loss, pain, depression, and survival. I have lived in a dark cage. I have torn every page. I have not known light; I think I lost my flight. Please come and rescue me; Whoever hears me! Help liberate this heart And show me love they call art.

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