Shadow Of My Heart
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Last published Thu, Sep 8, 2016
Ever heard of a little kid following their shadow? Well.. getting into adulthood you realize that following your shadow leads you down the dark tunnel that dreads to end... I... Aubyrnn.. followed the shadow and landed myself in a place where my life became unrecognizable, when I looked into a mirror all I could see was a black figure, a figure that looked like me, talked like me, but wasn't me. I had to find a way to recreate myself, here is my life story of how I became a whole new person, here is a story that is here to remind you that shadows can be a haunting that last a life time...
An: contains a lot of violence, harrasment, drugs use, language. Read at your own risk.
WARNING: Triggers
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