Anguish and Hope
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MatureComplete Sun, Oct 18, 2020<5 mins
This story was written under time restraints, in an exam with the following prompt:
"We are always joined in our sufferings, often by somebody we can't see through the darkness."
Compose a text that interprets the concept of 'solidarity' in a time of upheaval.
This story was mostly written to express my feelings about me and my experiences.
Content warning for mentions of rape, self-harm and violence.
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