Grandchilds Story
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Angeline's childhood was shadowed by other peoples expectations and harsh words. The days got harder as the years passed but the tales her grandmother spoke made her feel happiness once more.
Her parents weren't to blame, her parents only wanted the best for her but Angeline had disappointing anyone which included teachers, friends, bullies and other people parents. Living with a shadow that large is hard. Each person she spoke to a different stories emerged, but the expectations only got larger and more heavy to bear.
All through Angeline's life was haunted by death, the people she most cared about the people she adored passed. More and more holes began layering her heart till the pain got to much and her heart turned to stone.
When she wants to feel the most all she will feel is emptiness.
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