DARK (ON HOLD)
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  • Tempo 9m
  • LETTURE 44
  • Voti 2
  • Parti 4
  • Tempo 9m
In corso, pubblicata il lug 02, 2023
They say that,in this world there is a realm of life that is black. Dark. Something that we cannot reach out to. But just feel it's gnawing sensation gripping onto you. 

And the worst part is,you do not know the source. You do not know the why? Nor do you know since when?

This is a story. No. Not a mere story. But an access to the entire realm of nasty, ruthless and unforgiving traces of humanity.

It questions your limits to acknowledge the unknown and your strength to continue.

You got it right, it's not for the weak.

"A young girl whose childhood was snatched away from her due to harsh beliefs of the community she was brought in. The only light she was shown, betraying her. Neither could death leave her alone."

This world has so much more in it's reins than we know. Or could ever decipher.
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