This is Lia...
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This is a diary: about thinking...things happening...How life is hard...being judged...not being yourself...This is me...This is you...This is Lia
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With Love, S
I'm not sure how to start this; to be honest, I'm not even sure how to write this. If there's one place we can start, my brain, the most fragile yet sacred thing I've ever owned. Again, I'm unsure how or where to start with this, but let's start by being honest. I think a lot, and I'm sure you do too, so let's think together. (this is an original piece)
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