SILENT CRIES.

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Iman Thompson, a victim of domestic violence learns to love and appreciate life again when the life once drenched out of her is restored and given a new meaning. Enjoy! ❤️All Rights Reserved

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2016©| Childhood memories crowed my mind when I saw her smile or trying to remember the handshake from our childhood that I never forgot. She doesn't know I remember but if acting as if I don't will keep her around longer then I don't. We could spend hours together talking about nothing or just seamlessly listening to her talk about herself. I was never listening but her voice soothed my very being. She knew me like the back of her hand and I liked it like that. She left for a summer to visit her folks and I made a one mistake. One night. One Time. Ruined my life. Everything shattered. Perfect memories of our future was ripped apart carelessly. Everything's around me was falling apart. My life was ruptured and it was my fault. Life as I knew it was over. Or was it just a new beginning? | Remade on 1/2/16 |

For most of my life, emotions have been a dull, distant echo, barely registering in the background of my existence. I'm accustomed to feeling nothing more than a baseline of boredom, occasional annoyance, and intermittent anger-emotions that flicker briefly before fading away. The routine of my days has long been marked by an almost mechanical detachment, a state of numbness that shields me from deeper engagement or vulnerability. I've accepted this emotional void as my norm, a comfort zone where the chaos of feelings is minimized to a manageable, predictable level. My lack of emotional depth is simply a fact of life, one that I neither resent nor seek to change. In my world, the absence of meaningful feelings is not a burden but a passive acceptance of how things are. "Until Her ..."

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Let the hurt, hurt. If you don't, you'll never be able to move past it.

𝘚𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘠𝘢𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘢, 𝘢 𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘥. 𝘢𝘯 @𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘴𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.

Since he was a child, Damen Everett knows that he and his siblings are living on borrowed time. The younger son of the country's biggest gold smuggler, Damen watched his elder brother become a part of the world that runs on shadows when their father died. He stood at a distance from this world where power is supreme, and death is inevitable, watching it slowly consume every possibility of happiness he or his family could dream of. For him, this world represents everything dark there is in the universe, a collection of human filth and pain and fear. He vowed to himself that till his last breath, he would stay as far away from it as possible, locking himself away within himself. And then he met a woman. A woman who bought cheeseburgers from assassins and picked pockets faster than he could blink; who giggles like a child and kills like a viper. The woman who saved his life, not once, but always. The Goddess of the Hunt.

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"I had never killed nobody before but now I was a killer. I killed my rapist and I didn't feel bad about it at all" -------------- Will she let the past continue to effect her life? Will she ever allow herself to be happy? NOT FINISHED ‼️

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2016©| Childhood memories crowed my mind when I saw her smile or trying to remember the handshake from our childhood that I never forgot. She doesn't know I remember but if acting as if I don't will keep her around longer then I don't. We could spend hours together talking about nothing or just seamlessly listening to her talk about herself. I was never listening but her voice soothed my very being. She knew me like the back of her hand and I liked it like that. She left for a summer to visit her folks and I made a one mistake. One night. One Time. Ruined my life. Everything shattered. Perfect memories of our future was ripped apart carelessly. Everything's around me was falling apart. My life was ruptured and it was my fault. Life as I knew it was over. Or was it just a new beginning? | Remade on 1/2/16 |

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