My Light In The Dark

My Light In The Dark

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"My name is Eliana Winters and I hate life." Ever since I could remember books have been my escape. The only way for me to leave this pathetic world and the people in it behind. My only friends are in the pages of the books I read and I like it that way. "My name is Roman Walker and I love life" Everyday is a new adventure. I don't want to just survive but live. There's so much of life to experience sometimes I feel like I might not have enough time. But however long I have I'm going to make the most of it.
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