Damaged flower fading

Damaged flower fading

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Sleep. A bueatiful ,disturbing thing. For in it everything in our minds becomes our reality. Erica is 19. And after a long weary life of pain she decides it is enough. She must leave before this world takes every last peice of her. Jake is 23. His past wasn't the best but he has survived and tries to keep a positive outlook on life. Even as he struggles. This story is filled with sweet caring love and brutal honesty as Jake and Erica make thier way together. Each trying to recover and help eachother. I hope you enjoy this experance as you read the story. Of a damaged flower fading and maybe one day. Blooming
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