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" That's called numbness. A state of being completely numb. " " Really? " Essy asked. " Yeah. " " But how is it possible that you know this but I don't? " Stacy questioned. " Well, I read about it in a book and there the Writer explained it in detail. " " Oh wow! So what's the title of the book? " " Depressed: love yourself. " " So it's not romance? " " Yeah, it isn't. It's mostly about a unique siblings relationship. " " Oh. Who wrote the book? "

There's are a few themes which will be present in this part unlike the last, there are: 📌child molestation, 📌incest, 📌suicide 📌rape, 📌explicit content. 📌dark 📌violence I am writing this book because I felt people need to know. *This chapter might cause people to be triggered read with caution and no rude comment* Thank you . "You think your pain and your heartbreak are unprecedented in the history of the world, but then you read. It was books that taught me that the things that tormented me most were the very things that connected me with all the people who were alive, who had ever been alive." ~James Baldwin

Hello once again people i am here with my new book, if you haven't read my previous book , check it out and all the old books are completed., Second book - Greatest regret (it on soulmate) Third book- Rich jerk innocent bride.(it on billionaire man and poor girl setting) And this one on (Mafia) . enjoy

There are books below to keep you company. Narcissus. I peered down beneath the table in pure curiosity and there I saw more books. The hopeless romantic books that I had to read. It ends with us and ugly love by Colleen Hoover stood out the most to me. I read reviews on it and it seemed good. It was actually on my next turn list but then I got engaged in the ace of spades that was a part of the collection that Narc had sent and annotated.

Alone. I could hear my breathing as it comes out fast. I'm scared but I feel like this is the only way to escape. To stop the madness that is creeping on me. The terror gripped me. I no longer want to live. I cannot see myself walking this earth anymore as life has repaid me nothing but sorrow, pain, and endless melancholy. I gave everything into the universe, all the love, joy, and hard work that I can do, I gave my life my all, but it failed me. I failed me. I was not designed to be amongst the living. I do not deserve to live anymore. The bubbly, happy girl is gone. All I am is a pathetic lost soul. Hollow and wretched I walk every day of my life unable to find meaning in what I do. I do

" *** The pages that I flip through, one after the other, have nothing but months that change to years and decades of sorrow. My fingers trail along lines that have been canceled in deep black crosses, or paragraphs that have been blotched by ink, and the jagged edges of pages torn from the book. I realized it was because he could not bring himself to read through his thoughts anymore. That it caused him so much agony and distress he tore pages, as if some thoughts were too personal to even read, even if it was only his eyes that saw them. As pages flipped by and his sorrow grew, I started feel hollow and empty inside, a mirror of he describes himself. My gaze shifts upward at the dates, and

The air of benevolence faded, leaving him with nothing but cold emptiness, crushing loneliness, and worst of all, despair. He slid to the cold concrete, lying in the fetal position, knees pulled to his chest, sobbing at the loss of something he couldn’t define, couldn’t grasp but also couldn’t bear. He blinked his eyes . . . *** . . . as if waking from a deep sleep. He found himself kneeling before the bookshelf in the rear of his office, trying to decide what book he should read next. He shook the Eight Ball with one hand, smiling. “What’s it going to be?” he whispered, “Classic literature, today?”

“What is it sister?” Hayley went near him and sat down beside him, “What are you reading?” “Just a book about psychology, what happened?” Hayley nodded and the said, “Luke… Beth has passed away.” Luke’s smile was gone when he heard that and he became silent for a while, Hayley took the book and kept it at the side and gently held his hand and said, “hey. It’s okay if you are sad.” “I am not sad.” Luke said as he looked at Hayley, “I… I don’t know what to feel sister, I am not sad and I don’t feel like crying, in fact I feel nothing does that make me a bad person, sister?”

Books were the one thing that would ruin me to tears. Dallas hadn't come down yet, and from last night l, had figured that maybe he was still sleeping and he went to sleep late. The ending of his book shattered me to pieces, I wanted to rake Dallas's father's brain about the ending, about the characters' change into their newly formed intense rise into love. I couldn't stop thinking about the book, there was something about a book that could make you feel joy and sadness in the ending at the very same time, it was that lounging feeling like I was wasting my breath on life in general.