From the Past to the Present
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MatureOngoing10m
Last published Fri, Jul 20, 2018
Because sometimes you need your own version of therapy.
Not everything is poetry - just a heads up!
Feed back is always appreciated. Any recommendations of the style of writing, its voice, please, feel free to comment!
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