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Last published Sat, Aug 26, 2017

beginnings findyourself hurt love realisticfiction

This is not a fairy tale. This is not an epic love story. This is not a story about depression, love, hurt, heartbreak, betrayal, losing friends.. Although those terms can be applied to some of this work, they are not what this book is about. It's about the struggle to try and find the real you in a world full of fakes. ++++++++++++++++++ "Can I ask you a question?" I freeze as I notice the smile slide off of his face. "Well.. yes." "Why are you so negative when you're alone? It seems like when you're with me, you aren't nearly as negative and don't assume as much as when you text me." I thought on that. "Well, have you looked around? Think of one person, just one, who you've seen smile a real smile today, or complimented someone and meant it." There was barely a pause enough for me to take a breath when he answered, "You."

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