Life: Surviving Journeys

Life: Surviving Journeys

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*As said in my book "All Aboard the Feels Train" I'm making a series called Life: Surviving Journeys. I thought I'd publish a book just as part of the series. The cover is hand drawn. (I haven't drawn it yet while I'm writing this, but I have an idea, so that's cool.) So, here is the book version of Life: Surviving Journeys.* I had a previous life. I don't know a lot about it, but I remember a few things. Names- TurtleLoverCraft Glow_Craft_13 and dwarfking18 I was friends, with these people. I think Glow and Turtle were my sisters. I also had pets- Sir Bunnington II Midnight III Phoebe Nix Snow Dogs- Malachi Yip Elliot Chloe Scarlet Leila I don't remember much, but living in this mountain, is, is nostalgic. The set up of my chests, but my room is out of place. Just the biomes I'm in are nostalgic. I got a bunny spawner, and having that makes me, worried? I'm not sure why. But I can tell you one thing. I'm about to find out what all of this means.
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My Woods

'"What are you doing here?!" I scolded. "What are you doing here?!" Hunter said. "You didn't answer my question!" I said to him. He looked at me and I knew what was coming next. He suddenly turned from furious to comforting. "What's is this place?" He whispered and opened his arms. I examined him cautiously before breaking and running into his arms. I cried against his strong build. He stroked my hair and whispered repetitively, "Its ok. I'm here now. Don't worry. I'm all yours."' Everyone has to start somewhere. My life started without a dad. People change their minds and people make mistakes. My mom did just that when she left me at four years old with my Great Aunt Lorie. I know where my mom lives, but I wish I didn't. Don't get me wrong, I still love her to death, but sometimes...forgiveness...is hard to give out...to everyone. 'I jumped over the river that I had never crossed before. I heard my mom calling my name behind me, but I ignored her. Tears streamed down my face. Now, on the other side of the river, I was in a forest, jumping over logs and fallen tree trunks, pushing leaves out of my face. I stopped when I finally felt fully isolated. I sat down on a small rock and cried and cried and cried. I guess this is where I will stay for now. I guess these are just my woods for now. Just my woods for now.'

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