The Darkest Kiss amongst us
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Last published Sun, Mar 8, 2020
Darkness always seems to find a way into Elizabeth's life. She has the gift of telepathy and it consumes her and drives her to the edge of insanity. No matter what she seems to try and do to escape what seems more like a curse, havoc drawing here in and out streaming with chaos always seem to be near. Wanting to find peace and some sense of normal but finding none. It feels like she is drowning in sorrow because of the curse she feels she was born with like Satan himself played a hand in her sanity, in her twisted fantasy and unknown reality. But in the process will she loose herself fighting for the man she loved her entire life or will she grasp on to the man she hated since birth or will she find out the man she thought stood by her the entire time was the one who was destrying her or how will she understand that the curse she hated for so long wasn't something she always had but only time will tell.
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