The Visitor (H.S Fanfiction)
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Is it possible?
Is it truly possible to have everything taken from you I'm a blink of a eye? Is it true that tragedy strikes even the happiest of people and takes them down?
I never knew someone could be so broken, until I became the most broken person I know. My life crumbled before my eyes, and I kept repeating the words "this can't be happening to me" over and over again in my head.
The words that fill my brain and overwhelm me on a day to day basis, the words that when I think about them it's like the pain of that day never went away, like I'm going to die alone with nobody to miss me or even notice, or care that I'm gone.
So is it truly possible for everything to be taken from you in a blink of a eye?
The answer is yes, and I am living proof
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