For the past few months I've been writing stories that were separate, yet they shared the same themes.
I write in character sometimes so that I can get a sense of what the character is feeling
at certain moments, these stories or monologues probably won't be left as they are right now,
but I'm showing them as they are for now.
Right now I'm still fleshing out the characters by creating stories focusing just on them. 
The stories may seem disjointed right now and they are, like I stated earlier there are all separate stories at the moment.

This is a story of acceptance and change. Everyone has to face and fess up to what they are eventually; sometimes we don't have a choice. Sometimes in order to move on you have to look
back at what you used to be. So much of what is going to be decided is based on what used to be.
For some people memories are so much more than just memories, they are their very lives.
The past may be gone, but we always carry a piece of it with us whether or not we chose to.
Some destinies are hidden within the names of the people that reject their very nature.
If only they knew.

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Prologue:

It's Not Who I Am, It's What I Am

There are things in life that are undeniable, things that are so true that they resonate throughout
all time again and again.
For example, we are all born, we live and then we die, we can’t deny it.
We can’t control it either, when we are brought into a new world we have no choice when,
how, or who brings us into existence.

But there are also things that can be denied, things that we can choose to accept
or believe and even change. Like feelings of aggression that are brought on by the absence of
the love drunk in your veins. Okay, maybe that’s a bit much.
What if I told you a story about cleverly concealed primal urges that refused to be denied?

I thought it wasn't wrong to hide from a simple truth. I was scared, I felt it all along,
but it hurt too much for me to share. So I kept to myself, I was convinced that I could not have friends, or be loved, not because of who I was, but because of what I was.

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Devout

I've got a love/hate sensation that drives me to hate loving you while craving all your affection.
Coursing through my emotionally polluted veins are feelings and memories that are meant only for you.
No one deserves me more than you.
It's funny and it's sick how I struggle to understand the hold that your eyes have on me.

My Lord forgive me for being so weak. I am yours, take what's left of me.
I want to get up so that I can make my way to you, but I can't move.
I remember saying "Please don't go, I finally know that the past is gone, I was wrong."
But by the time I had said it you were too far to hear anything I said, yet still I whispered with all that I had knowing full well that you couldn't hear my squeaks or see me underneath the rubble.

For now I will give in, but I can't give up on finding myself next to you again.
You're so much more than a memory to me my Lord.
I'll take these broken wings and learn to fly again.
When I am strong enough I'll catch up to you my Lord.
When my eyes open again I will be closer to you, I hope, I pray.
I'll see you soon, I swear.