E P I G R A P H
People have scars.
In all sort of unexpected places.
Like secret road maps of their personal histories.
Diagrams of all their old wounds.
Most of our wounds heal, leaving nothing behind but a scar.
But some of them don't.
Some wounds we carry with us everywhere, and though the cuts long gone the pains lingers.
- Unknown.
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His Ruination
Teen Fiction[previously titled 'Aurelian'] Am I even real? Chest weighing heavy, Limbs going numb There's a pressure in my head I wonder if I even exist. Tears push against my eyes. Heart empty. Ringing in my ears. I'm flesh and bone. So far removed, The trag...
