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You know what actually hurts the most? What hurts, is not saying what you have always wanted to say before it’s too late. Almost taking advantage of the one you have because they’re always around. You never think anything bad will happen to them, so you don’t appreciate them as much as you should. You just wish that you had one moment with them, one last time to tell them how much you love them. You just want to hold them in your arms one last time. You just want to see their smile one last time, you want to hear their laugh, and you just want to hear their voice. One more moment with them can change your life forever. It hurts when you love one person more than you have ever loved anyone in your life, including yourself and you don’t have them anymore. It’s when you see them every day of your life and then suddenly it stops. It stops because a drunk driver, because of suicide, because of a fire, because of loss of breath, because of a homicide, because of starvation, because of storms. Not for me though, she left me because she got punished. She got punished by a sick disease called cancer. This tells a beautiful story that people may die, but love never does. Will he be able to get through everything with the help of his girlfriends letters she left him before her death, or will he break before then? Please read and tell me what you think. FIRST STORY.
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They said the world was ending, but it didn't start with fire or war. It began with a storm-just like any other. But this time, it didn't stop. The rain fell for days, then weeks, and then came the flood that drowned everything. When the sun finally broke through the clouds, people thought it was over. They thought it was hope. But that hope was a lie. The sun scorched the land. Insects bred in the rotting water. Plague spread like wildfire. Water became scarce, food even scarcer. They said Mother Earth was angry, and I believed them. I did everything to survive. Even if it meant relying on a filthy, twisted man for bread. He preyed on girls like me-young, desperate, orphaned. He fed us, clothed us, and in return, demanded we sell our bodies. He called it "the price of protection." Men came to us like vultures. They stripped away our innocence and left us hollow. And then, one winter night, starving people stormed our hideout. They came with knives and desperation. I threw myself in front of the youngest girl when one lunged to stab her. I took the blade meant for her. As my body went cold, I felt no fear. Just peace. Finally, I thought. This nightmare is over. But when I opened my eyes again... I was in my bed. Warm. Dry. Dressed in pajamas. It hadn't been a nightmare. It had been real. And now, it's happening all over again. But this time, I won't be weak. This time, I won't be used. This time... I'll survive. No matter the cost.

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