Damaged
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Last published Tue, Jul 3, 2018
I feel my eyes burn as I'm still stuck in my trance. Still following the same thing on my fan. Still comforted by the whomp, whomp, whomp, of it. I feel a single tear escape my eye and run to the side of my face. I immediately and forcibly rub it away, keeping the rest of my body still. Still feeling weighed down and not in existence. Still following the same fan. Still going in circles. Still putting myself deeper and deeper into my trance. I feel more tears coming on. What a little bitch. I tell myself. Save your tears omeara you're not worth it.
Follow Omerara as she tries to save herself from, herself. On her journey to become the person she dreams of being. someone people believe she already is.
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I've decided to publish this book and edit parts More thoroughly as I go. The story will stay the same how it is depicted, I hope will improve. Thank you for reading as always if you were triggered I will not be offended if you stop reading the book. Enjoy!
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