Painting The Pain
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  • Reads 67
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  • Parts 3
  • Time 14m
Ongoing, First published Aug 13, 2024
"Reanne's brush danced across the canvas, vibrant colors bleeding into each other, a reflection of the turmoil she hid beneath her fragile smile. Twelve years of shattered memories, severed family ties, and echoes of abuse lingered, yet she whispered to herself, 'I'm fine.' But the strokes of her paint told a different story - one of a soul yearning to break free from the shackles of her past, to shatter the chains of silence, and to rise, phoenix-like, from the ashes of her fractured family. Still, the demons lingered, a constant reminder that freedom's beauty was but a canvas away, yet seemingly out of reach."


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y'all are gonna see some typos and cringe worthy scenes 😁 buh it will do a little or no good to call it out so just ignore babies.
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