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Somewhere we lost our innocence. How could we have known that our advancement would be too much? We are our own undoing. We are not children anymore.We fade before our time. There is one however; the one without the fade. You will grow through hate and love, and something beautiful… Read More
Booksie 2017-2018 Short Story Contest

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