When someone's heart breaks so does a piece of our world: this is how valleys, rivers even cracks in the pavement are formed. Cracks can be filled. But we will always have the scars to prove it. There's always that little line in the pavement.
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The many loves of Vita, my mother.
RomanceThis is a story about my life in Other, England. The biggest things to happen to me in my life. The high, the lows. The love, the loss. And the bestest friends a girl could ask for. Enjoy.
