I twisted and turned in my bed the entire night but nothing could take my mind off topic.All of my happiness draining out as the minutes passed by,the realization dawning upon me making it harder to breathe and stay strong. I couldn't help but ask myself...why is forgiving strangers way easier than forgiving loved ones?
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The Little Black Notebook
Teen FictionIts a secret spilled ink of a girl whose constant is herself. Not beautiful but broke. She is dense but delicious It's her collection of thoughts ....every single time.These are words she wants to say and the feelings she suffer but can't muster up...
