It's a wicked world

It's a wicked world

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WpMetadataReadMatureOngoing<5 mins
WpMetadataNoticeLast published Tue, Mar 8, 2016
slowly updating I have been running till I can run no more but now where do I go I have no one that cares for me. I have no home and no family to call my own. Oh how I wish I can find someone somewhere to love and care for me as I would them. Maybe one day just maybe. A/N if your reading this sorry it's so shit I am just working on it slowly but I do plan to try and complete it. thanks for reading again sorry it is shit........;-)
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This is my first attempt at writing a longer story. Here are few things about this novelette: - A novelette stands between a short story and a novella (7, 500- 17,500 words). - This story is not edited, so expect mistakes. - The story has explicit and mature contents. - As part of my "trademark," the story deals with love and loss. Expect drama! - The story is written in a nonlinear way. - I almost forgot; this is a lesbian story. If in any way you find it disgusting, you're free to bounce, yo! (In Jesse Pinkman's voice) - This is fiction. Question me and I will put you in here just to kill you, Game of Thrones style. Lol - © ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. Let's just support each other. Peace out! How does one make music using broken strings? Discover the powers and dangers of love in this mixture of clichés, realities, and fiction about love, loss, pain, depression, and survival. I have lived in a dark cage. I have torn every page. I have not known light; I think I lost my flight. Please come and rescue me; Whoever hears me! Help liberate this heart And show me love they call art.

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