Soldier In Me
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This is an older story, I've gotten better I promise.
"I first held a gun when I was eight. I remember a man strolling across a line of other children like me, he said: 'We all have a soldier in us.' I found my soldier. But then, it became all I was. "
Being forced into the army at a young age, Olivia knew nothing more than fighting. But after suffering a debilitating injury, she is forced to retire to her dead parents' home. There she'll find the secrets of her world and her humanity.
Edit: I'm glad I decided to go against my anxiety and post this story, thanks so much to all the people who have read my story and commented! Your advice and compliments mean the world to me!
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