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Parts 2
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Reads 29
Votes 4
Parts 2
Time 5m

Imagine a world where you were defined by the tattoo on your wrist. You can't change it, you have to live with it. Join Kehlaani on her journey in finding herself. 

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This is my story to "you". This is a story about loving someone so much and after all else you don't always get the happily ever after that you always want. No matter the fighting and clinging towards this love. Sometimes the only thing you have left is the memories. This became a story for me to heal my wounds and grow into the woman I am now. I am publishing my story because for so long I have been writing this story for one person but I think others can relate and empathize with this story.

Giving up on love was easy, seeing the people I cared about leaving me for my sister was hurtful, it was easy not to care anymore. But when I couldn't control my feelings, when I was actually falling for someone, it scared me. But my sister scared me more.

it wasn't supposed to happen like this...

TRIGGER WARNING : I've always been overwhelmed with my thoughts, so i decided to write them down in one of the few communities that i feel completely safe in, Wattpad.

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There's no such thing as normal. I know that better than anyone. For the first 11 years of my life, I enjoyed living in blissful ignorance of my true identity, and was able to do things that any "normal" person would do. Now? I can't walk down the street without having something go horribly wrong. And all of that trouble is due to my absent mother, my knack for finding myself in problematic situations, and a tattoo on my wrist. Ever wanted to be a super warrior fighter? Well, I assure you, it's a lot more trouble than it seems.

"You can't keep running from Hannah "he said grabbing my wrist tightly. What happens when a traumatized soul finds another just like it ..

You can change your name, Change your mind, And leave this fucked up place behind, But I'll know, I'll know.

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This is my story to "you". This is a story about loving someone so much and after all else you don't always get the happily ever after that you always want. No matter the fighting and clinging towards this love. Sometimes the only thing you have left is the memories. This became a story for me to heal my wounds and grow into the woman I am now. I am publishing my story because for so long I have been writing this story for one person but I think others can relate and empathize with this story.

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