Not Once In My Life

Not Once In My Life

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I have the hope that one day all the people I left behind will soon join me. The afterlife I live in isn't just a fragmented reality, it's one that multiple people believe that excuse, and are not disappointed when they find out it real. There are parties every night, all you can eat buffets, every book in the universe to read. But when people start disappearing from the safe haven, thing can get chaotic. Trapped in heaven with the people around me slowly dying, I have discovered what this reality truly is, dying.
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She was the type to stare herself in the mirror and see someone else stare back. Someone who was free and light, being able to spread her wings like an unbound angel. She was neither chained to Heaven nor Hell. Howbeit, no matter how far she reached into the mirror, she could never step through as her ball-and-chain presented itself in the form of a crown. She was a princess with two faces, desperately trying to have a sense of freedom outside of her royal obligations. She found it in the form of a weakness: a passion with another human being. Her love for him and ballet had kept her chin high; her crown not slipping from her pastel hair. So why, why did it suddenly become so hard when a gothic gymnastic back-flipped into her life? Why were her heartstrings being tugged on by someone of her same gender? Why was it suddenly so difficult, so strenuous to keep living in her pastel world when this mysterious girl brought such bright colours with her? TRIGGER WARNING: Mentions of sex, suicide and other mature themes will be contained within this book. Read at your own discretion.

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