"A part of me knew that letting go would hurt, it would slash the sides of my life and rip it in two. But I knew that holding on hurt so much more, it would kill me slowly, and excruciatingly, and torture me until I was nothing more than skin, blood and bones."
-Gabrielle Marshal
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Teen FictionHe was leaning up against the wall of the bus stop, his muscular arm above his head, his jet black hair was messy as the wind scraped past it as well. "You're surprisingly good at avoiding people," He stated, the deepness of his voice shocked me;...
