Flames of Fear
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Last published Sun, Sep 4, 2016
Can life get any worse? My powers are out of control, I have no friends, my family has already abandoned me..... I live in fear, fear of losing myself to my powers, fear of my true self being exposed to the outside world, fear of being forever alone, and most importantly, fear of losing hope...
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