I don't know how I got here or why I am here. It's a long story to tell. But I have time, all the time in the world, and to sit here and not tell my thoughts, what would that be worth. So let's start at the beginning, before I was caught in this mess. Just so you know my name's Kris, but for the sake of the people in the story the names will be changed. My name is Kris and this is my story.
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Through Broken Eyes
Teen FictionA girl's perspective of being heartbroken with anxiety and depression. "Fictional"
