DEATH'S HEART
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Do you really want to
see me?
Do you want to
know how I look?
What I am like?
Are you prepared to meet me?
Are you willing
to let go?
Are you ready to let go?
You are afraid. I know.
Whether you are
ready or not
I will come back for you.
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Life for Asha Strauss was trapped in a routine. The only ONE that made her day interesting was Zach Larson. He was the epitome of perfection. Intelligent, popular, and had the face and body that was unrealistic. It was as if he had been molded by the gods themselves. She swore that he must have been an angel who fell from the heavens. The only problem was that he was one of the biggest jerks in school. Nevertheless, she remained attracted to him for some very odd reason. She knew that he was way out of her league. So, Asha did what she reckoned was best--go on living her mundane routines and steal glances at him just to add some salt and pepper into her bland life.
...Until an unforeseen near death experience changed everything.
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