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Finding "The" back
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    Time 8m
Ongoing, First published Jan 31, 2015
It's really hard for me not to feel this way.
  My whole life feels like a puzzle, It's so abstract.  
Almost like I'm walking in a pitch black forest. Is like I can feel the freezing cold breeze touching my body making me shiver till I'm numb. 
But at the same time I understand that this obscure looking forest is just an illusion.

 A way for Satan to blind my eyes and take me through the wrong path.

 I know I will reach the light and see the other side of life. 
So far I believe that the light is not as far as it used to.

--------Did Marianna's life suddenly shift from were she started....or how did she end up in that dark place? Take a trip into her world see if she discovers what happened.------
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20 parts Ongoing Mature

Jenny and I were way ahead of the others. He was talking but I was thinking and ignored him. Instead I was enjoying the beauty of nature, looking at all the beautiful trees. Then suddenly one of the trees caught my attention. It was very big, tall, and beautiful. For some reason I was immediately attracted to it. I stopped in front of it and observed it. My boyfriend was still mumbling. I reached out and touched the tree. Then I realized there was writing on it. It looked like someone had carved it with a knife, but the letters looked too good to be made by someone carelessly. Unless they are an artist or something. PINTU KE DUNIA LAIN. "I wonder what's written there," Jenny said. "Entrance to another world," I said, staring at the words. "How do you know what's written there? What language is it?" "I don't know. Somehow, it seems familiar." "How?" "I don't know." I began to feel the words on the tree, then I began to trace the words with my finger. Jenny clung to me as usual. When I traced the last letter of the last word, suddenly a blue light appeared. The light grew into a large ring around the pitch black portal. Without understanding why, I moved towards it. Jenny tried to stop me but she was small and I was strong. We both disappeared from where we stood. Then fell to the ground in the forest. But this forest was different. This was definitely not America.