Heart for Hate
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- Votos 17
- Partes 12
One car crash. One murder. One fire. That’s all it took to ruin my life. I often ask myself why do I need to suffer further? Why should I put up with all this anymore? What’s left for me on this disgusting, fucked up Earth? Because surely I'm damned to hell or what anyone calls it these days. I have been through so much and I am what any normal person would call broken. I don't have a mother nor father anymore and the one person that kept me sane during those depressed months where I wasn't able to get out of bed and face the next day is also gone. So in this life, what do I care? I haven't got anything to lose. It's all been forced out of my grasp already. I've decided that the best course of path is to just stay here in this darkness and let my body rot. Bring it on God. See if you can take anything away from me now.
This is the first book of the Locetsun Trilogy. Please enjoy.
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