The Corruption Of Our Souls
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Fragmented and lost, Savannah Hyde slowly drifts through what is suppose to be 'life'. But what happens when she is faced with her worst fear yet most craved thing. Death.
He was both poison and heroin to my blood, addictive and threatening. He was the light to my dark tunnel and the vision for my eyes, he was my missing part. And I write this is in past tense full well knowing why, he is corrosive, impulsive, dangerous, and as much as my heart craves his touch, my mind cant. I'm weak and fragile.
'You were him... Thank you'
'For what? I helped put you through a lot of pain'
'No, you saved my life'
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