Nostalgia ||Kellic
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Last published Tue, Jul 7, 2020
"Please don't hurt me," I begged, fearful for what might happen. "I'm just a kid."
Beaten. Battered. Bloody. Bruised. Is it bad to say that I'm used to it? This is the story of how I was left for dead and how I felt like I had no one.
~First installment of 'The Endless Trilogy.'~
⚠️TRIGGER WARNINGS⚠️
Contains:
• Death
• Violence
• Self harm
• Euthanasia
•Mentions/Actions of rape
❌May not be suitable for under 14 year olds. Aimed towards mature audiences.❌
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