Smell Of Daises

Smell Of Daises

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"Meet me by the sunflower field where the sun always shines. The one next to the warm river where we had our first picnic together. 4:44 pm, our favorite angel number. From your dear Christopher." Daisy. The sparkle in her eyes could light up an entire city. Her laugh sounds like rain on the evenings while you try to sleep. Her long hair fly in the wind like birds coming home after a cold winter. Just from looking at her you wouldn't know that she has a mental illness. A mental illness that haunts her, that makes her unable to sleep at night. She meets Christopher in the summer time, and the sun smiles down at them while they hang out. What happens when she sees the mysterious summer fling boy at school? Will she listen to him and run away? #tsc22
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Cadence leaves an abusive boyfriend after years of abuse. She wants to find love, true love, can't live without you love! Can she make it through the lust, lies, and betrayal? Follow her on her journey as she meets new people and loses people along the way. This story may contain emotional triggers!! "As I'm undressing I can still see marks on my body. They don't stand out like they used to. In fact if you didn't know they were there you would probably wouldn't even notice them. After I turned to water to the shower on as hot as possible without burning my skin. I step into the shower and cry. I wasn't crying over Trevor anymore. These tears were for me. For the little girl who lost her dad, for the teenager who lost her mom, and for the adult who lost herself. It felt like the water was washing all the sadness off me because after 15 minutes of crying, it stopped. The sadness was gone. I felt something in me that reminds me of the person I used to be. " These characters are from my own creation. Please don't copy my work or characters. I own the rights to my cover as well and it was made by me. This story contains mature content!! Read at your own risk. 🌟Awards🌟 ✨Chapter 30 was the winner in TWC December 2017 contest. ✨ ✨3rd place in the TWC biannual contest✨

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