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    Tribulation
    Tribulation
    Tribulation
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    Tribulation

    By Mercrutio

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    The joys, the sorrows, the pains-- we live with them all. The good and the bad-- we live within them both.
    We suffer through it all, and it suffers through us.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherAuthorHouse
    Release dateApr 24, 2020
    ISBN9781728359632
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      Tribulation - Mercrutio

      Copyright © 2020 mercrutio. All rights reserved.

      This is a work of fiction. All of the characters, names, incidents, organizations, and dialogue in this novel are either the products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.

      No part of this book may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted by any means without the written permission of the author.

      Published by AuthorHouse 04/23/2020

      ISBN: 978-1-7283-5965-6 (sc)

      ISBN: 978-1-7283-5964-9 (hc)

      ISBN: 978-1-7283-5963-2 (e)

      Library of Congress Control Number: 2020907383

      Any people depicted in stock imagery provided by Getty Images are models,

      and such images are being used for illustrative purposes only.

      Certain stock imagery © Getty Images.

      Because of the dynamic nature of the Internet, any web addresses or links contained in this book may have changed since publication and may no longer be valid. The views expressed in this work are solely those of the author and do not necessarily reflect the views of the publisher, and the publisher hereby disclaims any responsibility for them.

      Contents

      Quarters

      Entropy

      Solemn Lullaby

      Sweatshirt

      A Cry For Help

      . . .

      Untitled Ponderings.i

      Sweet Delusions

      Black

      Lie To Them

      Convicted

      Self Pity

      Lost Again

      Coronach

      A Lone Child’s Toy

      Blind Dénouement

      I feel nothing at all anymore

      Stillborn Dreams

      Sinking Ship

      A Present From Your Insides

      Funeral To Sunset

      Burning Candles

      False Hope

      Twenty Past Two (2018’s Present)

      A Death In August

      Snakes

      Do Not Disturb

      Godot

      Existential

      The Two Fools And Their Martyr | 3.i

      KYS

      Epiphany

      Graduation

      Tangible

      Decayed:Decade

      V A G R A N T

      Dawning

      Evening

      Despair

      Mad Man

      Crows

      Sometime In July

      Cycles

      New Crimes

      Secured

      The follow through

      Woe Is We

      Control

      Crash

      Melancholy

      Silent

      Burns

      Lonely Hands

      Nothing Even Changed

      The Wife

      Braindead

      Crater

      I’m So Sorry

      The Mandate of Hell

      Thursday Mourning

      The Ropes

      Peachy

      Just Give Up

      The Whelms

      You Almost F@&#ing Died

      Verge

      Totally Giving Up

      It Really Doesn’t Matter

      The Flood

      Rock Bottom

      Suicidal Brightside

      I Told The Truth…

      Hold:peace

      Human Fear

      Dawning

      Evening

      The Tragedy

      Where The Mind Goes

      Either Or

      2020

      Selfish Reasons

      I have only been alive for eighteen years.

      I was five when I learned I was to die at eighteen.

      I have been alive for eighteen years.

      I am nearing my nineteenth.

      Over the years, I have noticed certain behaviours.

      I am overly paranoid, subject to delusional thoughts and ideations, and remove myself from perceivable realities.

      I was to die at eighteen years old.

      I knew this nearly all my life.

      I

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