Pain,suicide,no hope=formula of no hope

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At times pain is horrific, depression brings you down, and all you can think about is suicide. The torture of failing is more painful than attempting. Fake a smile because inside some of us are brokenAll Rights Reserved

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I was used to the quiet. The isolated life I had made for myself felt safe away from the greed and carnage the world left behind. The apocalypse wasn't supposed to happen, we all thought it was an earthquake - an event that wouldn't mean anything in a few days, let alone be remembered in the history books as the worst day in human history. But now, we starved, killed and survived the horrors that walk the earth. What else could we do? I was fine, safe, content in my cabin, but that was all before. Before I met Damien. _________________________________________ "What's wrong? Do you not see this?" "They were scaring you, were they not?" "Yes, but.." "So I took care of them" _________________________________________ #1 postapocalypse THIS STORY IS UNEDITED! But will be edited/polished once it's completed :) Side note: dialogue format improves at around chapter 15. Content Warning⚠️ This is a mature mxm story. LGBTQ+ people engaging in romantic and sexual relationships will be present throughout this story. You have been warned.

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