Don't Judge Me (Being Edited)

Don't Judge Me (Being Edited)

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Ok. So this is everything. I'm writing it all down because I have to. I hear it helps. Maybe I'll burn this afterwards; I don't want it getting out or anything. But I have to do something with all the words and sounds and pictures that whirl around in my head every time I close my eyes. I just have to. So just hear me out, just let me write and don't judge me, don't hate me, don't be human. Be a book. Be something I can speak to without feeling as though you'll tell on me. You're all I have now, so be a book and don't do any personification shit on me and I won't wimp out on you. Have we got that clear? Ok. Deal. So here it is. Everything.
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THE BOOK OF FORGOTTEN DELIBERATELY

"Some truths don't set you free. They set you on fire." They told me not to open that book. They warned me with stories-old, crusty ones-about madness, about secrets best left untouched. They said the library's far wing was cursed. That the books in that section didn't whisper wisdom-they screamed. But curiosity has a strange way of settling into your bones, especially when you've lived your entire life inside walls built from someone else's truths. My name? It doesn't matter-not yet. This story isn't about names. It's about what was forgotten deliberately. And how I found it. I wasn't born a rebel. I didn't want to challenge kingdoms or rewrite history. I just wanted to understand who I was, why I felt out of place, and what those strange dreams meant. The ones with burning skies and voices calling me by a name no one else knew. This isn't a tale of heroes and villains. It's messier than that. It's about a girl who found a truth so big, it didn't fit into her world. And maybe-just maybe-it won't fit into yours either. But I'll tell it anyway. Because stories like this-whispers like these-were never meant to stay silent. Disclaimer This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, events, places, and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons (living or dead), events, or locales is purely coincidental. The stories in this book are designed to entertain, provoke thought, and explore a range of emotions and themes. They do not intend to offend or represent any belief system, historical accuracy, or cultural narrative in a literal way. All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form without the prior written permission of the author.

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