The truth hurts

The truth hurts

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WpMetadataNoticeÚltima publicación jue, nov 28, 2019
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This isn't a story or a poem This is just the thoughts of people and what should happen in the world but doesn't. I'm not gonna sugar coat it so if you cant handle it don't read on. If you have a story you would like to tell feel free to message me and tell me and maybe if you would like I will tell it for you. I'm writing this only because not everyone is fine and not everyone is able to understand the things some of us have to go through but for those people I want them to know that their not the only ones who went through something they shouldn't have to, and their are people who are out there who understand what it was like as well. believe me telling people is harder than it looks but once you do so it feels like everything that you have hid had finally released and weight has been lifted off your shoulders so please if you need to talk, even if this book isn't popular text me.
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The First

I was the first. I arrived in the Glade, and there was nothing and... no one. I remembered nothing about who I was, who my parents were, what happened. A few days I remembered my name, and that's it. That's all that ever came back. There were four walls surrounding me with only one exit. I wanted to go through, so I did, in hopes of finding my way out. What I found lurking on the other side was not an exit but something much worse. I found my way back, and I spent the next month fending for myself. Food, water, a temporary shelter. After a month, someone else arrived, and this person arrived with supplies. Every month a new person was sent up. Every arrival was the same as mine. They couldn't remember anything. I was the first one here, and that means that I call the shots, I make the rules, and I run the place.

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