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Amara's Missing Piece

Amara's Missing Piece

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Mon, Jul 31, 2023
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Non-Fiction
A 23-year-old named Amara with skin that shimmered under the tiniest bit of sun and eyes that reflected everything that was shown to them. She was very talkative and entertained everyone she came across. She was fairly new in her town but that didn't stop her from making connections. However, that's just what she allows you to see. When the sun kisses the horizon and the moon takes its position in the dark night, Amara blossoms. The shadows stretch out to look like deranged scarecrows, and the wind whispers through the tree leaves. Where most people would be afraid of the dark and what it holds, Amara embraces it with open arms. Here is where she will find secrets, here is where she will unlock her deepest desires, and here is where she will find her inner peace. Finding these solutions bring their own set of problems that she will have to deal with. Although, she did not account for the main problem. Zion.
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10 Years

10 Years ago my life changed, I was 18, young, stupid and selfish. I thought I was doing the right thing, convinced myself everything I did I was doing for the boy who owned my heart, the boy I loved - so I ran as far as I could go, without explanation to my friends and in spite of my family I fled the only home I had ever known, left behind the only people that had ever cared about me, but I needed an escape. I know you heard me Amara, Is she, Is Lily, Mine?" "Asher" I whispered, taking a further step out onto the balcony, I closed the door behind me "No Amara, She looks like me, so just tell me the truth ok, she is my fucking daughter isn't she" "Yes" I let the words fall out of my mouth "Yes Asher, She is yours" "What the fuck Amara" His voice was loud, his face twisted in anger,

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