My Precious Darkling

My Precious Darkling

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"When all you have is yourself, you start to hear voices in your head... When you're all alone, that voice speaks to you. When you start craving that voice; you regret what you wish for...." Stephen Wilde was a boy with dreams of the future; just like you and me. Then he reached high school; things went downhill for ol' Stephen Wilde. He got a few tattoos that marked major events in his life, he started smoking to watch his breath leaking from his lips, he started wearing black more often because it felt more fitting for a boy like him. He had friends, indeed he did, like everybody does - but you know how it goes, they come and they go without warning. He was done with that, he wanted a friend that would stay forever. Then he met a girl. The girl's name was Terry Sagan. She changed his life forever; Stephen thought he found the perfect person that would stay forever... until the day she died. "God damn it Terry! You promised to stay forever... So where are you now!?" "I'm still here Stephen, in your heart.." Or so she claimed...
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have you ever wondered whats the view beyond the lenses? although im singing my heart out to someone who could save me from myself, i find it rather disheartening. i could only see the admiration, the thrill in the eyes of those who heard me. i could only see the leers, the jealousy and the pretentious facade of the people around me due to what i have. that one thing that i could only hope for may never be in existence. how did i ever make it this far when everyone around me only has been driven by what i rake due to hard work and talent? how did i ever survive knowing that im alone in this bubble all my life? my parents barely recognize my existence except during payday. my sister rode on to the fame i accumulated through the years ive been slaving away for and became a hot sensation over night without much of a hassle. can i let myself be miserable through the smiles i gave everyday since i was 16 in front of countless cameras around me? no, they wont allow it. im very much an actor in this aspect and although only a glimmer, im proud of it. i endured. until when? .... (full preview in the first published page) -------->>>>> 2nd gen 2nd story of the blessed moon series this story could very well stand on its own but if you want in-depth understanding of the characters, please read the first gen first. first gen 1. blessed moon 2. saved love 3. warm thirst 4. silenced 2nd gen 1. freak 2. siren's call thanks so much for reading. your votes and comments are very much appreciated. thanks google so much for the images and some other stuff i put into this story. robbers rot in the grave love lots, kheinnox ☺️😘🏳️‍🌈🐺❤️😺🎉☀️❤️🌻🌈

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