Wings Sewn to Destiny (BoyxBoy)
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Fear. The strongest emotion. I say that it's bullshit. The strongest emotion is pain. Even if someone is scared they will be able to overcome that, but why do you think that people use torture to get information. That's because pain is the strongest emotion, as I have determined from my time here.
Time is a very elusive thing. Sometimes it will go as fast as a train, while another may move as slow as a snail. My time is like a boomerang. It always goes back to the beginning. Back to the time where I fell into a loop that couldn't be broken.
That's what I thought.
But when a surprising change of events flip my pain-filled world I know that the cycle can now be put in the past and a new life will emerge from my ashes.
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THIS BOOK IS IN THE PROCESS OF BEING REWRITTEN!! After finishing, or completing most of the book I will do a final edit.
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