Flowers for Algernon
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Contenido adultoConcluida mié, jun 6, 201826m
Fuck...Cancer.
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A short story based on my life in truth. I suffer from depression and anxiety and now you'll get to know why. You'll have a look into my life with the few chapters this book has to offer. Every chapter is one day out of each year that is important to me and that I remember most. Nothing about the events in this book is fictional. Every little detail happened.
Now because this book starts from right before my little sister was born, it'll be a short book. And the chapters themselves are short as well.
But this way, you'll have a look into my life - more specifically, what shaped me into the person I am today.
And you have 8 chapters to find out.
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