Take My Hand... ON HOLD UNDER REVISION

Take My Hand... ON HOLD UNDER REVISION

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Introduction Once a quivering girl realizes that she is in the depth of Nazi Germany there is no turning back. There is no answer staring in your eye that says that rescue will come. No words can help you. Only death is satisfying. Do not get alarmed, for there is truly no reason to. In a way it might sound as if there is no way out. Or is there? Once you enter, your mind swirls. The decent memory of your family perishes then and there. What thought you might think will help turn its back on you. But, there is one thing that shall allow you to survive. This girl, she was called Liesel, or at least that’s what everyone thought her name was. Liesel was much of mystery; there were no signs of her parents, so she was shipped off from her hometown Munich up to Stuttgart. The Himmel’s were her family now. Wessel and Mariele Himmel. Mariele was obnoxious, rude, and abrupt. Wessel was different in many ways, you’ll see, but he doesn’t really enjoy talking. Let me show you the course of this adventure, where to start, how Liesel grows, how the little things add to the story, and where we’ll both end up.
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I once had faith in life, when everything was alright Dreams that were so big, now they do not exist I question my self, with grief within, I won't see who I should of been For the person I am is not truly me, I question my identity Who are they, why do they lie How could it not eat them alive Her helpless mind, lost some time. Her heart completed, soon depleted Her dreams were strong, where did she go wrong? Who are they, why do they lie How could it not eat them alive I don't know him or her, it's become such a blur The truth will come, they no need to hide For I can see the truth in their lies A choice will be offered Life or death How could I chose, I don't understand just yet Both ways are right, they both put up a fight One is bad, but wears a mask A mask of peace, but lies they hide To make a choice, in so little time Join me for my battle for it is time Demetria is a small town girl. She has the perfect life, perfect family, and perfect husband, or so it seems. She had achieved her goals in life, landing the job she always wanted. The home that she always dreamed of, built just for her. It seemed everything was always lined up for her. But she is not perfect. There are faults that she had left in the past. Things she had long buried with imperfections. What will happen when those faults are actually not faults. Instead, they are apart of a better side of her self. Things begin to spiral out of control, perfection no longer existent. Will she be able to find her true reason for creation? Will she come to terms with the truth that everyone hides? When your left to question everything in life, including reality... Will you be able to cope, forgive, and understand. Or will you fall, give up without understanding? Demetria's story begins here. But first, let me take you back, before I take you forward. Her story begins some thousands of years ago. In the heavens where the gods them selves live.

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