In Woods
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Complete Tue, Apr 9, 201925m
What happens in woods, must stay in woods
'I wasn't like what I am now,' she said as she looked at the never ending forest,' those gardens were beautiful but the idea of freedom and wildness made me escape-'.
'And escapes are not easy, they have a price, what did you pay?' He asked as he aimed his gun on her.
A smile lingered across her face as the eyes gleaned waiting for something inevitable, she could see angels coming at her.
'Your mother,' she hushed.
*WARNING: this story is about depression, rape and anxiety, do not read it if you have weak heart, the content may be revolving around depressing situations.
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