Breathe Me
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Last published Fri, Oct 20, 2017
This is a retelling of one of the hardest years of my life, but also the self growth that i've gone through. Contains romance, sex, drugs, depression; but also self love, self care, and learning to put myself first again.
Writing this story has ripped open old wounds of mine but i feel it is helping me heal, and i want to be able to share that feeling with you all because it's more euphoric than any high, or sex you'll ever get.
Names have been changed for obvious reasons and some embellishment applies (but who doesn't do that now days).
Word of warning, the first half of the story will get deep and dark sometimes, but the light is just around the corner as the second half will show what it means to learn to love yourself again.
Let me know what you think! xx
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