My name is Rose Tronst and as my father once stated: A rose is delicate and beautiful, but when
not handled with care will make you bleed.
Saturday, June 1, 2013
Blurb for NOT HUMAN
In my fight for survival, my attempt to fit in, my desire to
not become a horrific person, I discovered that there are truths to my past that
had been hidden from me, secrets that I was never supposed to learn. They thought
they could manipulate me by preying upon my human weaknesses - my compassion,
my need to belong, my desire to be loved.
They expected the betrayal to cause me to kill for them.
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