A plea to let go

A plea to let go

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Imagine a life where you don't know what to believe, where people around you are nothing but toxic what they say differes for what they do. A life where you don't know who to trust, a life where everything is dark, a life where everything is going wrong, a life where........(you get the point).....when life has you go through so many struggles what is the one thing you do (at least to me) is wanting to runaway; so that's what I did. I ran far away from my probelms. Away from my so called family and friends. Leaving behind shadow of my pastself. Meet the Diavolo Family who all are going through some major family shit, now you may think they are a family so they must be go through together whatever shit they are going through but is it the case or not lets find out.
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*new cover* I'm living in a house made of glass. I'm scared to move, to breathe, to think. I'm afraid. Any wrong move and I get yelled at, a broken rule and I get beat up...he's not even my father and I'm stuck in his own fucked up version of reality. My own mother is the reason he has me, the reason my family lost me. A broken, lost mafia princess living in the wrong story, taken from the right one. I've been in foster care all my life, until them...my brothers. I am saved by them when my shattered heart was about to turn into stone and when my cries would become echoes in the walls of the prison I was bestowed upon. I was months old when I was stolen from my family. 17 years had to go by for them to finally find me. My dad, my four older brothers..one of which I'll soon discover is my twin. My missing half. Will they be able to mend my shattered soul or will I remain broken and alone? TW: rape, abuse, assault, attempted suicide, strong language - Warning: contains teenage pregnancy SHE DOES KEEP THE BABY STOP SNAPPING AT ME DAMMIT...respectfully <3 *Edited*...sort of

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