Labyrinthine
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  • Reads 110
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  • Parts 31
  • Time 3h 11m
Ongoing, First published Jul 21, 2014
My name is Delilah and I believe that everyone's life is a big maze . A maze that consist of hurt, and anger and hopefully uncontainable joy at times, but there will always be the enemy . The one that's testing you and rudely interrupting the rare moments of joy. Some people get a really easy maze with barley any hardship or hurt. They go through life easily and innocently. Then there are the people like me . The people who get the really hard maze that turns out to be excruciating and menacing. My maze was easy at first I have to admit . I had an easy life and a family and a home . My mother and father loved me and cherished every moment we had together  . I was happy with my easy maze , but that all changed when I was taken away from that life. Forever . That's when my life turned from a simple maze into a complex and tangled labyrinthine.
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