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Under a Full moon

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LECTURAS 14,011
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Partes 37
Hora 1h 58m

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I never had given much thought to how i would die but I guess dying in the place of someone you love was a good way to go. I'm Cassanra leeha Monroe, and right now i'm locked in my basement, it all started when my mother died but that day changed my entire life, that day someone saved me, that someone was Adam. But he saved me sure but afterwards, I was saved in a different kind of way........... I was saved by being well- loved, and in returned i had fallen in love. Then I repayed the favor, i sacrificed my self. Love is a pwerful thing It makes us werewo- oops I mean humans do crazy things, make us die for them bleed for them, make the ultimate sacrife for them- the ones we love, and the ones that loved us.Todos los derechos reservados

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Behind every mean girl...there's a tragedy

The average human being spends every second of his day fighting against the force of nature to see another day. But I'm different. I'm not afraid of outside forces to take my life away - only myself. Approximately 10 years ago, something happened to me. Something really bad. But I'm not allowed to talk about it. As a way to release my frustration, I give hell to my body and everyone I come in contact with - especially my parents. No one knows about what happened except the ones who did it...and Him. But he didn't stay. Now, he's back and he's not talking either. I want to stop hurting, I need to stop. Make me stop.