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Insider

Leituras 545
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Capítulos 49
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Leituras 545
Votos 135
Capítulos 49
Tempo 18m

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Not everything we can keep inside for long time. Maybe we need to let out  our pain by telling someone you trust or go to some place that can make you feel calm. It will make us relief even for awhile. Remember that smile can cover up all our pain and from that people can see that we are a tough person.




You will found rare word and I will put the meaning of that word . It's all related with your life. I try my best to explain it.  :) 



You can search google or anything to know more deep about the rare word that I wrote :) 


Sorry for grammars.







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Her last Letters, de ChocoRiz

Last words. What exactly are they? Are they the secrets one wanted to reveal? Are they the apologies one never made? Are they the promises one will never break? Are they the words one could never say? Are they the goodbye's one never had the time or heart to say face to face? Are they one's gratitude for a lovely life? Or are they about the pain one felt? The anger one never expressed? The fears one never faced? The answers are many... Point is what do you believe in? And as for me, I believe Last Words are heart felt confessions. Whatever the person says, it comes from their heart. And when it's suicide, the last words are the words the person has always wanted to say but was stopped by some or the other kind of fear. _*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_* This is story of a young 17 year old sweet girl with the heart of gold. This is a story of a girl named Anna who, unfortunately, lost herself while fighting to survive. This is a story of a girl who committed suicide. Wondering why? All you have to do to quench your thirst is to read this story. "Her Last Letters" _*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_* WARNING- This story contains triggering words.

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