Her Tiara and Letters.

Her Tiara and Letters.

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Chloe is afraid of what she had found out about her life recently.It was a situation which had the capability of making her life a living hell.And what more worse was that her decisions could either make or destroy two lives.She had to choose fast...for two families lives depended on her decision. A/N: Heyyy! People this is my very first story and i don't really have a lot of knowledge about writing stories...My storyy...well i guess it wud b pretty simple.And while reading others stories i feel mine are nothing compared to them but i thot why not give it a try:p Comments,Critisisim,Suggestions,Advices,Votes are of course alwayss welcome.So im just hoping to reach atleast 50 reads.well yeah coz its my first story so i don really know anythingg.And whoever's taking pains to read my storyy...THANK YOU SO MUCH:* :* For now,adios people! :')
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[UNEDITED || SLOW UPDATES] " Y-You don't understand, you never will, I see, hear and feel things that aren't real! I have these random urges to do things, dangerous harmful things. The-there are voices in my head calling out to me, i-it tells me to do things. Every morning I wake up, I wake up wishing that I was normal, just somebody normal. Is that too much to ask for ?" She wished to be normal, pretended to be normal. That's what it is with pretending, when you begin to pretend you begin to believe. But, in this pretense she had forgotten that she wasn't supposed to be normal, she was supposed to stand out. She was supposed to be DISTINCT. ____________________________________________________ THANKS FOR GIVING MY STORY A CHANCE!

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