Ce n'est Pas la Passion, Mais la Avidité - Prologue

Ce n'est pas la passion, mais la Avidité - Prologue

One path leading to another dark turn, the sickness of living poor and abused, cries of pain and bruised. Wearing the same torn-out shirt for a year, and not be able to eat properly. The reeks of beer and dirty mouth, money and spits of blood combined with hunger…
My whole body-every part ached and dying, my fingers curled and bleed my own chest…thought it would stop hurting,

This life…
Will always be my one dead point, so once I grew up, when something bad happened, I’d tell myself that nothing…
Nothing in the world is worst than where, and what I’ve been…
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Author’s note-

Hello, everyone!
This is Mia Cheri…
I know when you see this updates, you must be like…
God,
She hasn’t even finished her story yet she makes another one?!
So frustrating!

But no…I will continue with "If Only", of course.
I might not be able to make another one, but for distance…I just had a lot in mind that I wanted to share-just like this one.

The title is a little bit confusing, perhaps-I can’t even spell it.
But it means something that…you know, this is not really just a romance but slice of life as well…
This story might be a little outrageous, and please make a note, that;

I won’t post this story until I finished "If Only"
But I won’t promise you that I will post this story on this site…but just in case…IF I do,
I promised you this would be a worth-reading one, so stay-tuned!

Ce Nes’t Pas La Passion, Mais La Aviditè…

Is it just me, but the title seems too long (sighed)

Tell me if you want me to go for it!
With lots of love,

Mia Cheri,