Dolores - a short story.
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Grief can dig enormously deep holes into one's soul which are wanted to be filled up and healed immediately; no matter what it'll cost after all. Even if it takes a deceived mind or a false perception of reality - the soul craves for the annihilation of its desperation.
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This was originally an assignment at school inspired by the novel "Lolita" by Vladimir Nabokov; I eventually considered publishing it here. Hope you enjoy! :)
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Cover Photo: https://thegraphicsfairy.com/girls-with-hair-ribbons-images/
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