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Pushing Lies *Completed*
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Complete, First published Mar 27, 2014
I can't tell which road I'm taking anymore, the ups the down, they all are jumbled up in my mind. I don't know what to think anymore, and I can't tell if what I'm believing is true or a lie... Book cover by rodrigoquiroga_
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''THE STRANGER WHO TOOK MY HEART TWICE''

13 parts Ongoing

At thirteen, I saw him for the first time... not in real life, but in a dream. A boy with a blurred face, a deep voice, and a calming nature which was enough for me to forget my surroundings. I woke up believing he wasn't real. Twelve years later, at twenty-five, my mother pushed me into a blind date I didn't want... and there he was, same eyes,same clothes and same feelings. A stranger who took my heart twice- once in a dream, and once in reality. This is the story of how destiny brought me back to the boy I thought I imagined but the imagination turned out to be real...💖