30 days. Don't know why I'm counting. Feels like I'm counting days until my death, well Melisa (my half-sister) told me it looks like it. She's not as bad as Katie. I can talk to her. Not about my feelings or what mess is in my head. No, no not that. I can talk to her about love. Love is beautiful.
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RomanceThis story is about a teen girl named Emily/Emma. She struggles with finding herself, instead, she finds a girl in a coffee shop.
