Finding Light Through The Abyss Of Darkness
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Last published Thu, Jun 9, 2016
Hello guys it's my first attempt to write a story .so it may not be good but can you guys stop at my story and left a message so I can improve it.some lines are a exact scene which happened in m y life and some places are an extract from my own diary so please try to enjoy it.
P.S: if you don't like it try to said it in polite way and this is absolutely my idea so please don't try to steal
it because karma is bitch....
Julie is a normal girl of 20 years old but since childhood her life was never normal ....but she was able to get away from her past but what will make her life again hell .what will she do to save herself ....
She always thought Manhattan town is normal town where she will find her shelter and peace from her past but what will make her say that she made her life's greatest mistake by coming to Manhattan .........read to find Julie's past and present which is tanted by never ending darkness
Can she be able to escape?.....
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