The Girl in the Shadows
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Last published Tue, Jul 19, 2016
THIS IS NOT A HORROR STORY ~
Have you ever had to lose the person you loved the most? And not only lose them, but lose them without having a choice in the matter? Counting down the days, cherishing every moment until they finally had to go? Let me tell you, it hurts. It really really hurts. And what happens afterwards, oh, even more. But what's life without suffering, after all?
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