First. I wanna give my thank you to my best friend who used to have a Wattpad account. She's the epitome of a girl made of insanity and a whole bag of craze.
Next my mentor and life coach, John Mark Exiomo. You're probably reading this right now and just know that I owe every thing to you.
To my Wattpad idols, Arix (cold_lady19) and Hastiii, (Slim_Shady) I talked to her a couple of times and she's a good friend; she's pretty cool.
And of course to those great people I look up to, Anne Frank, Jane Austen, F. Scott Fitzgerald, Charlotte Bronte, Virginia Woolf, Audrey Hepburn, etc.
Lastly to you, thank you for the support, the love and for reading this.
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hey, lovelies! this is gonna be the revised version of my story. apologies for some grammatical errors and spelling mistakes, english is my second language so please bare with me. everything that makes up the story is purely made out of my own imagination. thank you.
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Imprisoned (currently under revision)
Teen Fiction"What is it like?" He whispered and I gave him a questioning look, "Depression." He continued. I became silent for a few minutes before I finally answered, "It's like drowning, except you can see everyone around you breathing." ---- Taylor...
