Shattered.
Broken into so many pieces that it would be impossible to put back together.
Years pass people come and go. Some were able to put a few pieces back together. But I'm the only one who can put them back together completely.
I'm almost there.
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This Dying Love
RandomLove is dying. Love is hurting. Love is boring. Love is searching for something new. Love is simply love. This book isn't just about love. Its about the good times and the bad times. And everything in between. This is a personal journal at most. D...
