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Finding the Light
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Ongoing, First published Jun 17, 2020
Mature
My life is a journey down a crooked, but yet narrowed pathway. It is dark and scary, but light if one was willing to take the road with me. My life isn't what everyone thinks or says about me. I'm not an attention seeker, or a rude human being. I'm not a shooter, or a mean person. People around like to make comments about me, yet they don't even know me. They haven't walked down the path I walked on-the crooked, but narrowed pathway. The things I dealt with are so scary and dark that not even Halloween can even compare to it. I'm not an ordinary girl, just like you are not ordinary people. Everything I dealt with couldn't be as bad as yours. You see here, we all got something dark. We all got something scary. It's just a matter of time before we can build up the courage to walk on that crooked, but narrowed darkly scary pathway.
	Hi, my name is Bridget Elizabeth Winters. I'm here to tell you my story-I'm here to give you the darkest and truest stories alive. If you can't take that, then I advise you to put down this book and go on about your day, but remember what you can't face will come back, and what you can will go away.
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