HeartBroken Memories
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Last published Mon, Aug 20, 2018
A teenage girl who had gone through a lot in for the past 15 years living in this world. She remembered something after overthinking when she was trying to forget it, but of course sadly she failed to do so. (This has nothing to do with suicide it's about a heartbreak she had gone through in the past and how the girl felt as if her life was falling apart again. The quotes help express what's usually on her mind, how she feels, her emotions, and her relatable memories. *Not my quotes*)
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