Shattered soul

Shattered soul

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I can pin point the very day my life changed forever, it was a good day, a reprieve from the hell I experience on a daily basis. A dark cloud of depression follows me everywhere I go, I have nothing left. I don't know what's worse, feeling the taunts, the punches or feeling nothing at all. At least I had my blade, it gave me a small piece of control, they could hurt my body, my flesh. but I would never let them have my tears. I don't remember ever being happy, until I met Jaxon. funny how life turns you, mutilates you and spits you out, leaves you with a soul shattered beyond recognition, then gives you one thing to be thankful for but I fear it's too late because I'm broken, no one can save the forsaken. No one can love the unlovable. I'm Ashley and this is my story.
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RUNe

Cerridwen writes poetry because poems don't ask questions. People do. For years, she has survived by keeping her secrets hidden. At school, she's quiet and forgettable. At home, she's trapped in a reality she never speaks about. The only escape she has is the poetry she pours onto paper under the name Hermit. Only one person knows the truth. Tristan has always been there to help her endure. To stay silent. To survive. Then Ash arrives. Where Tristan encourages silence, Ash asks questions. Where Tristan teaches her to endure, Ash wants her to fight back. As the fragile world Cerri has built begins to crack, she finds herself torn between the comfort of what she's always known and the terrifying possibility of something different. With her poetry as both refuge and confession, Cerri must confront the question she's spent her whole life avoiding: What does healthy love look like when every example she's ever had was distorted? Will she continue hiding her RuNeS? Or will she finally RUN? My name is Cerridwen. And this is my poetry.

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