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I've decided to write a story about how my life was about 2-3 years ago bc so much of it is unspoken, and myself I just find it really interesting how much things can change for the better when you feel the way I did, so I felt kike I just had to share events and experiences in a story.
Obvsly I won't use any real names while I write except for my own. (Louise).
Some things I will write about is things that have happend in real life and some of them will just be things I cane up with myself, ofc I wont say what bc that won't have any effect on the story.
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