Paradise Bound
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Contenu pour adultesEn cours d'écriture<5 mins
Dernière publication ven., août 30, 2024
I felt apathetic towards everything and everyone, wondering what the purpose was, especially since I was destined to be exploited.
As everything faded to black, I caught a glimpse of him, possibly a product of my mind's attempt to cope, a faceless figure closing in on me while I struggled to breathe, and the final sound I heard before losing consciousness was "maybe in the afterlife I would take you as my wife but not now."
* I've been thinking about this story for some time and I'm excited to finally put it into words, hoping it brings entertainment to those who read it. *
• This story addresses several sensitive subjects, including suicide and associated issues•
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