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61 pages, Kindle Edition
First published March 5, 2014

"How far is too far?"
"This agony is consuming me. I've lost everything. I have nothing. Nothing to live for. Nothing to fight for."
"I don't have the strength to end my life. I'm too tired. Too lazy. If I could just fade into nonexistence, that'd be perfect."
"I understand the draw. It’s not that we’ve both been damaged. Or that we both have suffered, or lost, or hurt. It’s that we both survived it."
"Olivia was my counterpart since I was fifteen years old. She was the other half of me.
Rocky is my parallel. A reflection of what I am now. My mirror image of pain."


"How far is too far?"

"This agony is consuming me. I've lost everything. I have nothing. Nothing to live for. Nothing to fight for."

"I'm the one in charge. I love it. I hate it."
"And then I understand the draw. It's not that we've both been damaged. Or that we both have suffered, or lost, or hurt. It's that we both survived."
"Rocky is my parallel. A reflection of what I am now. My mirror image of pain."



How far is too far?
What is that point you can't come back from?
What line do you have to cross before you're so far gone you can't even recognize yourself anymore?

And then I understand the draw. It's not that we've both been damaged. Or that we both have suffered, or lost, or hurt.
It's that we both survived it.
"I know what it's like. To pretend to live when you feel dead inside. When the person responsible walks free. I understand the yearning to feel safe. And I know the only way to wholly gain control is to take it."
Olivia was my counterpart since I was fifteen years old. She was the other half of me.
Rocky is my parallel. A reflection of what I am now. My mirror image of pain.











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"Rocky is my parallel. A reflection of what I am now. My mirror image of pain"


