The ways we lost him(completed)
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Concluída qui, mar 8, 20182h 59m
I always believed that my group of friends were resilient enough to withstand anything.
But then that day happened and I watched it helplessly crumble.
I wasn't aware it had to crumble to build itself back up again.
It was a painful process
But I learned so much, I overcame so much.
Here is our story.
-/
Imagine the most awful thing you're mind can conjure up, in the darkest crevices of your conscience. Well for me, that was made a reality. My entire world was collapsing. I thought I knew myself, I thought I knew others,
I knew nothing.
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