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Scars Revealed, Scars Concealed

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despair faith hope misery strength

There are only three words to describe my life:

Twisted. Simply twisted.

Being ugly with a face full of scars is already more than I can take. Being treated unfairly because of that? Fate sucks. I've lived that life for already eighteen years. It has already become a normal thing for me. I thought that was it. My whole life.

Until things take a turn for the worse.

With a delirious mother, a lovesick younger sister, a dead-but-alive best friend and a tribute to the crazy, immortal king, my life would never be the same again.

What was I suppose to do? Run?

Oh please. How I would love to. If only he wasn't anchoring me here.

No. Running is not my style. My style? I go down fighting, till the very last second.

And this is a fight that may cost me everything, so failing is unthinkable.

I need to win.All Rights Reserved

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My FaCiAl Disorder by LIFE---118

How quickly everything ended by just a single day, I was just like any other girl in the world- laughing and hanging out with friends, taking endless selfies, having crushes on bad boys and nerds included. I was confident, maybe even a little vain. I never thought or cared about how I look. It was just mine. Normal. Easy. But everything changed in one single moment- a moment filled with fire, screaming metal, and a blur of terror that rewrote my life. I survived. Everybody says I'm lucky but this, this doesn't feel like survival it feels like a punishment, a curse. A curse that am willing to carry all my life. The accident left me with permanent facial disfigurement, and ever since, I've been stuck behind a mask I never asked to wear. My face is the first thing anyone sees, and sometimes, it feels like the only thing they see. I avoid mirrors now. I no longer go out i miss how I would go out whenever I felt like it. I can't risk being stared at- the quick. Friends faded. Invitations stopped. Of course this would stop, who would want to invite the hideous me. I would scare everyone worse ruin their appetite. That's how everyone reacted the first time I went out. What did I expect. Life moved on for everyone but me. My mom is the only person in my life right now, the only person who hasn't looked away. Shes' become my anchor, my only link to the world I used to know. Even with her love, it's still hard to silence the voices in my head, the ones saying I'm hideous, broken, unworthy. I miss my old smile. I still haven't done anything in life. This isn't just my appearance it's about everything, it stolen my self- esteem, my confidence, my ability to feel like I belong anywhere. I dont feel beautiful anymore, it's not like I was that beautiful but I was myself. I don't even feel like me. This is a constant battle with the mirror, with the world, and with yourself. And most days, I'm still trying to find the strength to look up to.

"Was it worth the cost?" by Ava0anonymous

"We are all meant to die just once, but apparently, that is nothing short of a lie. A fake reality that we are taught in adolescence. When I learned that truth, I lost everything. ፈᏗᏁᏗᏒᎩ When you calmed my mind, you changed me and took the last thing from me that I had. Now I am alone in this world a victim of its unending cruelty. All of you will learn that. When you do you will wish that you treated me better while you had the chance, " This is not a romance novel. Do not think this is a romance novel. The sequel is thought. Not all mobile devices will be able to show all the text accurately as I use fonts as a conveyer of mental health. Warning Every warning you can think of. There will be gore rape torture and what is worse. Also, I make stories by writing the story plot and everything, and rewriting it to fit in the small details. The chapters all the final ones but the story itself has been finished.

Death Of A Hero by thegreywolfthrone

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AGATHOS (COMPLETED) by ariesovis

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Hidden Fate 2|✓| by ZariasWritings_

Book completed ✓ Nine months ago, 23 year old Faith Hart betrayed her twin sister, Hope, once she stepped into her husband's bed, indulging in a heart breaking affair that left their relationship in shambles. Faith, becoming pregnant and ending the affair to do better with her basketball boyfriend, Xavier Jones. Life was amazing, until the incident. After the shooting, Hope behind the trigger, Faith being slammed into a coma, awakes with a new Fate worse than death, memory loss. Now unrecognizing her own self, her life and the two men bickering over her, she's forced to find her way. Only to find a sense of small happiness and have it snatched away by the confrontation of Hope who would pay for her crimes. She escaped the Fate of Death, but what's concealed, her fate, in the dark is only hidden and it will come to light. Only time will tell how and when. * * * "You're out of your fucking mind if you think for a damn second, I'll let her stay with you" "Did you see the look on her face? Right now she doesn't live with you alright? That was the Faith in love with you. This Faith is in love with me" That's it. That was the strike of lightning. Dante pushed many buttons but that was the ignition. Xavier slammed him hard to the opposite wall from Faith's room. Normally he kept to himself because he was much bigger, taller and far more of an advantage to fight Dante but the asshole couldn't keep his mouth shut. Dante grasped his hands but it was no use. Xavier had pounds on him. "I will break your fucking neck you hear me?" He snapped. "We wouldn't even be in this bullshit if it wasn't for you. You should've been on that damn bed. You should've got shot and fell off a flight of stairs. You should've been in a fucking coma. It's your fault! You didn't protect her or Haven you bastard" He slammed him again.

Blade ✔️ by Hchynna

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