The Love In Our Lifes

The Love In Our Lifes

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Life. What does that word mean to you? Does it mean abandonment? Abuse? Rape? The Fight to overpower? Everybody's life is different and sometimes you might want to change other people's life's. But you can't, no matter how hard you try, they will always have the scars, and the brutal memories. Please enjoy our book about us, and if you have something bad to say, please, please, just keep it locked up, and if you can't, well then go ahead. Because if you can't make yourself feel better, you might as well make somebody else feel better. We love you. Why do we love you? Because in your life, you have done something great or helped somebody out, even if you think you haven't, you have. And that makes even the grumpiest of people all warm and fuzzy.
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You can read the uncut version of this book over on https://archiveofourown.org/works/61769338 Life could be so unfair, everyone adored my big sister Ava, yes everyone. Ava was the most popular girl in school, she was outgoing, beautiful, and shone like a radiant star. Our parents told her she could easily be a model or anything she wanted really, and Ava with all the confidence of a film star strode through life dazzling all in her wake. She had thousands of followers on her Instagram, Whatsapp, and Tic Toc, and what did I have. Well I had a creative streak and an introverted nature, and I lived in Ava's shadow. The only reason it seemed anyone spoke to me was to get my big sister's attention. I felt like a butler or a handmaiden to a Queen. It was like I never had my own identity. No one saw me at all, until that one day someone did, and I remember it like yesterday. Did I make a good decision probably not, would I do it again, I am unsure. But just once someone noticed me, yes me, and it felt so good. It was good at first, but by the time I had realized the good would never last, the jaws of the trap were closed. I was far away and at his mercy, and yet another stood by me, one who could rescue me from my mistakes.

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