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The bravest thing I did was write about murders when I wrote those truths I literally shook--

 Dad's murder. Murdering souls. 

This book lets you into a world of games. 

--Replay -----Hush Or my Bees Will Get You.  Came about when I was freed but dumped with my kids way out with bees and a magical ocean.

I believe the Ocean  saves  your soul 
and that to survive we need to develop the architecture of good memory:
       if there's one gift to teach it's  powerful recall. 

See people wash you with their versions of their truth, Like fucking waves over truth.

I hit replay 
To find
Where the truth.
Lay.

 I can't go back to who I was yesterday--- but I can use yesterday to hush ---hit replay unwrap the lies-- and relax with my bees, 

In the shock of life this life I find myself looking at greater wars,

 originally when Dad died 

I read every tough book on the market,

 the brothers at my bookshop looked {small tiny town things, we all know each other we are all always conscious of each other because we gave/ formed each other's small town quiet simple life for so long)
     -hysterically worried--as I devoured books at a faster pace than ever before--

Books by wise strong souls
 
I would ignore the brothers or try to act happy and chatty and grab another book my grief counselors were Africa's writers India's writers  never developed country writers. 

In the horror of the mere concept of child soldiers the absolute strength of these writers, 
in heroism and strength to overcome anything,  
in the  wise voices I found true solace.

An escape after years of being abused, 
 and a  love affair  of sorts, 
removes her pain,
 the sea heals her and her beloved Africa reminds of her of beautiful resilience.

But she discovers masks and layers in all of this that need to be revealed and so to whisper truth to the people like her humming bees- a toppling of ten green bottles.All Rights Reserved

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>•~Falling Upwards~•<

Preview: Falling, I am falling, Whether I fall, Up, or down, I am incapable of telling. ~ Imagine waking up in a world, stripped of all good. A place where you are incapable of seeing true life; true people? Where the only life around you, are the dead bodies of others? Where the only thing left of your old world, is the bite of the desert, and the sun hot enough to boil you alive? For "C", this is her reality. After awakening to a ruined world, with barely a scrap of her old life, she is left lost. Only her beaten body, a stab to her abdomen, and swerving memories and emotions remain. She owns not a speck of anything; not even a name. Death seems to be her only escape out, so she may as well accept it. However, after she is found and rescued by one of the few, decent survivors, life suddenly appears to be the right decision. She juggles with the struggle to figure out her past life, both who she was, and what had happened to her, all the while trying to stay alive from threats coming to her at all sides, and feelings for someone she would like to push aside. More dangers lurk, though. Betrayal comes from everyone, even those she will least expect. After all, the new life in their ruined world requires to be there for ones' self, and no one else. If "C" cannot figure this out, she might as well succumb to the fate destined for her. -- • Written by a real life bestie!! • Takes place a few days after the end of the sidestory, "Cursed World" and before "Daffodils and Hyacinths", a part of the "Forgotten Truths" series. Although you do not have to read any of these to understand this story. • Contains low themes of gore ⁃ New chapters will come out every (time)