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Silence and Sins
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Complete, First published May 24, 2017
Mature
None of us are the same. 
 
Every mind different,
Every body different,
Every soul different.

but funny isn't it, 

that yet here we are, 

Agreeing. Feeling. Knowing. Understanding.

Just what those lines mean, 
written by a single person.

because we've all been through it, haven't we? 
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A/N:: I wrote this book when I was a teen going through a series of bad changes, loneliness, depression and anxiety...it was a very cynical time for me really. 

A misfit trying to find where she fits in this world, realising her value and worth and learning the concept of self love and more. 

Sooo...it's cringy but it gets better. Not really. 

But you've been warned tho. 
Ok Bye.
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