Infinite Heartbreak
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  • Reads 1,239
  • Votes 438
  • Parts 101
  • Time 25m
Ongoing, First published Oct 28, 2017
"She was just another broken doll dreaming of a boy with glue" - Atticus

UPDATES WILL BE SLOW because I just realised I have a life :D
This is my second poetry book, and I'm letting my words lead me wherever they want to take me, so I don't know what to expect! :D My first poetry book has 100 poems and it is complete. 'Things I'll Never Tell the World' so go check it out!! :D
I do accept reading requests and if you follow me I'll follow you back. :D
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