For one last time || My story.
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  • Parts 29
  • Time 2h 42m
Ongoing, First published Jun 28, 2021
Mature
Home. A place or the people? 

Family is beautiful, isn't it? Childhood is supposed to be magical; blessed with innocence and that lovely simplicity. A time for family, development and fun. 

Well, not for all. 
Some people are robbed of that. 
Some are forced to grow up too quickly. They never got the chance to be immature and be a kid. Some didn't get to grow in a loving atmosphere. Their eyes and ears absorbed every word, every fight, evey glare and everything. 

How do you love when you have no clue what love is? when you have no clue how it feels to be loved.

How does someone move past from that? How do you heal from the hurt given by people who were supposed to protect you from hurting? 
Is it even possible to fix the utterly damaged ones?
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