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From the outside, my life was picture perfect.
On the inside, something sinister lurked.
I thought he was sick. I thought I could fix him.
All I wanted was for him to love me.
I was used and abused. Sold to the highest bidder.
Unloved. Unseen. Unheard.
Until Declan. He was my saviour.
He helped me believe in the power of unconditional love.
Then, he was gone.
When love is lost, and there’s no hope left,
how do you go on?
My memories flicker, transporting me back and forth between the fractured innocence of my childhood, and the untimely realisation my life does not—and will never—belong to me.
I am a commodity. Owned and bound. Chained to the secrets and lies my father has fed me from the moment I was old enough to understand.
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Love Lost Her Way
JULIE ANNE ADDICOTT
Every morning, in the aftermath of yet another horrific nightmare, I wake to sublime whispers promising an end to the heartache and despair if I can just take the final step.​​
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Love Lost Her Way
JULIE ANNE ADDICOTT
I’m no longer a little girl, but I still live in an imaginary world. Bound inside books, novels, and encyclopedias are all the places I long to see. My heart, wherever it may be, is lost inside delicate pages, somewhere between poetic prose, fiction, and fairy tales about princesses, enchanted kingdoms and glorious dreams of happily ever after.
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Love Lost Her Way
JULIE ANNE ADDICOTT
The pain I felt moments ago has dispersed. My body, drained and exhausted, falls to the concrete. When my head hits the ground, my eyes finally close, and the realisation
hits me.
I am nothing.
I am no one.
I am no more.
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Love Lost Her Way
JULIE ANNE ADDICOTT
Am I so unworthy, even death will not take me?
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Love Lost Her Way
JULIE ANNE ADDICOTT
Every night I die a thousand tiny deaths. Each one brings me closer to the end where all I see before me is a dreary midnight sky, punctured with holes of crystalline stars.
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Love Lost Her Way
JULIE ANNE ADDICOTT
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