Survivor
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All her life the only things she knew were pain and suffering. Surrounded by fear and desperation. She never knew when the next meal will appear or how she would pass the night. Most people wouldn't face so difficult experiences, but she did. All those moments, full of torment and fear, make her stronger and stronger. Everything that she went through prepare her to pass every adversity and fight it. She was full of courage and determination, she was a survivor. This is the story of how Alexia Moryne face her destiny. Hello, wattpad readers! This is the first story that I published, hope you like it. Is a story mostly based on the last movie of Star Wars, Rogue One. Some of the characters are of my creation, but most of them aren't. Feel free to read my story and leave comments. And May the Force be with you.
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O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done, The ship has weather'd every rack, the prize we sought is won, The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting, While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring; But O heart! heart! heart! O the bleeding drops of red, Where on the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead. O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells; Rise up-for you the flag is flung-for you the bugle trills, For you bouquets and ribbon'd wreaths-for you the shores a-crowding, For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning; Here Captain! dear father! This arm beneath your head! It is some dream that on the deck, You've fallen cold and dead. My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still, My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will, The ship is anchor'd safe and sound, its voyage closed and done, From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won; Exult O shores, and ring O bells! But I with mournful tread, Walk the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead. By: Walt Whitman ↜ I OWN NOTHING BUT MY OWN IDEAS AND CHARACTERS ↝

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