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"It amazes me to this day. Not once has anyone asked me if I was alright, if I was happy or sad, or even scared. Maybe because they all believe I'm incapable of feeling." "Feeling what?" He asked gently, running the tips of his soft fingers along my jawline. "Feeling emotion." My voice comes out as a whisper, and he sighs. "Damaged people are dangerous." He murmurs more to himself then me and I look up a him with curious eyes. "And why is that?" I ask. "Because they know how to survive without feelings." Enya was a normal girl, she went out with her best friends, had a caring and loving family behind her, and has everybody worshiping the ground she walks on. But nevertheless, it didn't stop her from losing everyone she cared about. If you think you're lonely, this book will leave you stranded on a deserted island. Diary of Enya Stonem, Society's picture perfect girl.
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