It just is...

It just is...

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It has always seemed strange to me... the things we admire in people, kindness and generosity, openness, honesty, understanding and feeling, are the concomitants of failure in our system. And those traits we detest, sharpness, greed, acquisitiveness, meanness, egotism and self-interest, are the traits of success. And while most people admire the quality of the first they love the produce of the second. Read my story of how i experienced love, life, and the importance of honesty.... Intense love does not measure, it just gives. But what I'm getting,I'm not receiving.That pleasure which is at once the most pure, the most elevating and the most intense, is derived, I maintain, from the contemplation of the beautiful. I have a secret.
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Cadence leaves an abusive boyfriend after years of abuse. She wants to find love, true love, can't live without you love! Can she make it through the lust, lies, and betrayal? Follow her on her journey as she meets new people and loses people along the way. This story may contain emotional triggers!! "As I'm undressing I can still see marks on my body. They don't stand out like they used to. In fact if you didn't know they were there you would probably wouldn't even notice them. After I turned to water to the shower on as hot as possible without burning my skin. I step into the shower and cry. I wasn't crying over Trevor anymore. These tears were for me. For the little girl who lost her dad, for the teenager who lost her mom, and for the adult who lost herself. It felt like the water was washing all the sadness off me because after 15 minutes of crying, it stopped. The sadness was gone. I felt something in me that reminds me of the person I used to be. " These characters are from my own creation. Please don't copy my work or characters. I own the rights to my cover as well and it was made by me. This story contains mature content!! Read at your own risk. 🌟Awards🌟 ✨Chapter 30 was the winner in TWC December 2017 contest. ✨ ✨3rd place in the TWC biannual contest✨

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