Astral Projections [ORIGINAL STORY]

Astral Projections [ORIGINAL STORY]

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We all have our traumas. From physical abuse to psychological, a lot of us have experienced childhood trauma in its many forms. This story follows a young boy, Astropel Staybell, and his friends throughout their elementary school experience, witnessing things that may seem familiar or horrifying depending on audience. I created this book, not just to write something for myself, but to spread awareness to child abuse of all kinds. I've experienced things, my siblings, friends, and likely you reading this have likely experienced a form of abuse in your lifetime. I sincerely hope everyone reading enjoys and finds some kind of comfort within this. All characters in this book are made up and owned by me. If you'd like to write, draw, etc of any please contact me via private messages. Thank you to everyone who has supported me, Thoughts_@3am.
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I gave the best of myself to someone who didn't have anything to lose. I didn't know how to avoid my lover's toxic and abusive flames. My lover's twisted words were like a maze inside of my head that I couldn't escape. Sadly, my lover's actions hypnotized my thoughts and paralyzed my thinking. I learned the hard way that love isn't leaning in for a kiss, and a fist meets you halfway. Love isn't being a punching bag because someone decided they wanted to beat on you today. Love isn't saying I love you just because someone wants to keep you to themselves. I tried to be there for my lover, but I learned it is impossible to fix the broken pieces when the glass has shattered. There will always be pieces that are not repairable. However, I kept going right back to the person who I needed to walk away from. I was afraid, and I wasn't brave enough to wake up from this nightmare! I made the choice to suffer when life is meant to be lived and enjoyed. Will I find the courage to know my worth and know that I deserve better than the distasteful lies that are whispered in my ears? Will I have the strength to fight my insecurities? Will, I set myself free, or will I let my love be the death of me?

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