Such would have been our life, had we not committed our crime which changed all things for us. And it was our curse which drove us to our crime.

As a child of privilege, no one is your friend. They will claim to be your friends, they will laugh at your jokes and invite you to their parties, but they do not like you. They like your power, they like what you will become someday.

She closed her eyes and tried desperately to swim through the mist that enveloped her memories. She was near here and then she wasn’t. She was whole and then she was wounded. Forever scarred. And in between? Unknowable, it seemed. Absolutely unknowable.

A Pain, when collide multiple times with heart, it makes you a rebort

Written By Kinz

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