"Kassauni, there is more to life than continuous pain and suffering. I am sure you know that, and no one is asking you to go through it alone," She told me. I took a long drag from the blunt and held it in my lungs before releasing it.
"Whatever yah...
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This story will be written in multiple POVs including 1st person for both Main characters and 3rd person point of view (omniscient).
✑ Do NOT steal anything you see here.
✑ If another author uses similar face claims, I don't want to hear anyone telling me that xyz did that. Let's not forget that these people are only representing the characters description.
✑Please to be respectful and show appreciation.
✑ Thieves aren't allowed here.
Most of all, have fun on the journey with me!
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This story contains the following:
✑ Mature Content
✑ Use of Expletives
✑ Use of Jamaican Patois
✑ Acts of Violence
✑Trigger Warnings •Mention of SA •Mention of Abuse
This is my first Jamaican story, let's see how it goes. If it's lame, I'm taking it down!
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