When I Remember

When I Remember

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WpMetadataReadContenu pour adultesEn cours d'écriture<5 mins
WpMetadataNoticeDernière publication jeu., août 3, 2017
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Romance
"Frasier: "Hello, Claire. I'm listening." Claire: "I'm, um... Well, I'm a mess. Eight months ago, my boyfriend and I broke up, and I just can't get over it. The pain isn't going away. It's almost like I'm in mourning or something." Frasier: "Claire, you are in mourning. But you're not mourning the loss of your boyfriend; you're mourning the loss of what you thought your life was going to be. Let it go. Things don't always work out how you plan. That's not necessarily bad. Things have a way of working out anyway." - The Good Son" Sequel to "I Remember When"
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A girl has her problems, no matter what happens. There will always be a biological problem with a girl, even if she denies the problem’s existence. She will have your days whenever she is down. Her problems... killing her soul little by little. But she doesn’t always want the death to be apart of her. As she fights her depression, the numbers of scars rising and the blood being lost, Ever-Grace finds herself losing herself. With the departure of her friends companionship and her boyfriend’s love, will she ever be the same ever again? Will she ever be in love with herself like she used to be? With sanity ever be apart of her everyday life like it used to be? Will it come so easily like it once was...? Will anything ever be the same like it used to be or will it ever not? There are so many questions to be answered but nothing that the tendency of being answered. As time passes by with all the stupid emotion, she loses herself. She loses the love for herself that might never return. Or will it? Nothing is guaranteed. Not even the death of me.

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