With Time, Rust Covers Paint
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As a disclosure, a sain person may not understand this book. I created this book to relate to the ones in this lifetime that have been hurt or are still hurting due to a traumatic event or equal equivalent. I'm not able to stop what happened, im only able to let you all know your not alone.
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I can't stick to one description just read and tell me how much it sucks✌. Copyright © 2019 All rights reserved no part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, including photocopying, recording or by any information storage and retrieval system without written permission of author,except where permitted by law. This book is a work of fiction. Names of characters,places and incidents are products of imagination or coincidence. It's make believe. I do not take credit in any photos used. Completely fictionalComplete
The Layers
This is... my autobiography, essentially. Memoirs, unspoken words I wish to say to my abusers, recounts, recollections, accounts of all of my experiences as a survivor of complex trauma.
ʙʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀ'ꜱ ꜰɪᴀɴᴄÉᴇ
𝘋𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘴 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘴 𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮 𝘮𝘪𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘳. 𝘔𝘺 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘵. 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴. 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘮𝘺 𝘍𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘤é 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳. "𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱..." 𝘐 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳. 𝘋𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘳𝘶𝘣𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘱 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘶𝘴𝘴𝘺, 𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘢 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵 𝘮𝘰𝘢𝘯. 𝘐 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘺 𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘩. "𝘋𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦.. 𝘑𝘢𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮." 𝘐 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘥. "𝘏𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸." 𝘋𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘶𝘣 𝘮𝘺 𝘤𝘭𝘪𝘵. 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧. 𝘐 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘴𝘰 𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘥.. 𝘴𝘰 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘬. "𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴, 𝘋𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘰𝘯. 𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦." 𝘐 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘦𝘴. 𝘐'𝘮 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯. 𝘔𝘺 𝘯𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘶𝘴𝘴𝘺Complete
What If I Told You...
Ever felt that no one in this world understands you? Sometimes you want to talk to people who think like you or experience the same thing. These are a few instances which many people may relate to. Something related to studies, love life, everyday struggles. - Few instances are based on true events. If anyone wants to submit there stories. I would love to write them anonymously. The main idea is to prove that you're not alone. THESE WRITE UPS AREN'T IN ANY PARTICULAR ORDER. THE READER CAN START FROM ANYWHERE THEY LIKE.Complete
His Heart ( Completed)
𝙎𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙖𝙬 𝙝𝙚𝙧. 𝙁𝙤𝙧 𝙝𝙚𝙧, 𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜. 𝙎𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙖 𝙙𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙛𝙡𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙧 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙚 𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙩𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙝𝙚𝙧. 𝙃𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙖 𝙛𝙚𝙧𝙧𝙖𝙡 𝙗𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙩 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙖 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙢𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙥𝙪𝙥𝙥𝙮... "𝚆𝚑𝚢 𝚍𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚏 𝙸 𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚘𝚛 𝚗𝚘𝚝" 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚙𝚊𝚝 𝚏𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚛𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚕 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚌𝚛𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐. "𝙱𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚖𝚗 𝚒𝚝... 𝙼𝚢 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝" 𝙷𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚙 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚌𝚎. 𝚃𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚒𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜. 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚜. 𝙷𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚠𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚍....Complete
THE NARCISSIST
"මේ ලෝකේ හරිම දරුණුයි. ඒ වගේ ලෝකෙක survive වෙන්න නම් අපි Powerful වෙන්න ඕනේ. අපිට Controller එක අයිති කරගන්න වෙනවා. අපි ගත්තේ නැතත් , වෙන කෙනෙක් ඒක ගන්නවා. ඊට පස්සේ අපිට වෙන්නේ ඒ කෙනා අතින් control වෙන්න." "ඒත් උඹ Control කරන්න තෝරගන්නේ Broken මිනිස්සුනේ... ඒක Fairද එතකොට? Broken මිනිස්සුන්ව පාලනේ කරාම උඹ හිතන්නේ උඹ වැඩ්ඩෙක් කියලද?" "Broken මිනිස්සුන්ගෙන් තමයි බන් අපි බේරෙන්න ඕනේ... උන් බලේට ආවම තමයි අනික් මිනිස්සුන්ට කරදර කරන්නේ. කවුරුහරි Broken මනුස්සයෙක්ගේ ගොදුරක් උනාට පස්සේ උනුත් ඇඟිලි ගැන ගැන ඉන්නේ ඒ දේ තව එකෙක්ට පාස් කරන්න. අපි උන්ගෙන් තමයි බේරෙන්න ඕනේ... උන් හොයන්නෙත් Weak නැත්තන් අපි වගේ Broken මිනිස්සු. Healthy, Strong අයව Control කරන්න අමාරු නිසා... ඒ නිසා අපි Power එක අර ගත්තේ නැත්තන් අපිට උන්ගේ ගොදුරු වෙන්න වෙනවා.." "මට තේරෙන්නෑ..."
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