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Ongoing14m
Last published Fri, Jul 5, 2019
You brought me flower but I did not know it was my funeral."
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Hey,
I write whatever i feel and about others feelings emotions or experience.
I have jot down Some of best and one of my favourite quotes, poems, sayings from books.
Here you will find About love, heartbreak, and depression and hope too and many more sentiments
And some of all time favourite and mindblowing songs both old and new.
read it having someone in your mind.
My grammar is not good enough .so plz pardon me. And if you have any suggestion bout this book plz inbox me
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maybe some chapters are relatable to your own life
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𝑨𝑳𝑳 𝑰 𝑾𝑨𝑵𝑻 𝑰𝑺 𝒀𝑶𝑼
ᵗʰᵉʸ ᵈᵒⁿ'ᵗ ˢᵐⁱˡᵉ, ᵒʳ ˢᵐᵉˡˡ ˡⁱᵏᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ᴬⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵉʸ ᵈᵒⁿ'ᵗ ᵐᵃᵏᵉ ᵐᵉ ˡᵃᵘᵍʰ, ᵒʳ ᵉᵛᵉⁿ ᶜᵒᵒᵏ ˡⁱᵏᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ᴸᵉᵗ'ˢ ᶠᵃᶜᵉ ⁱᵗ, ᴵ ᶜᵃⁿ'ᵗ ʳᵉᵖˡᵃᶜᵉ ⁱᵗ ᵀʰᵃᵗ'ˢ ʷʰʸ ᴬˡˡᴵ ʷᵃⁿᵗ ⁱˢ ʸᵒᵘ ⁿᵒʷ --- Demani never needed much, just a break from living. But with the chaos at home from her mom, her stepdad and step-siblings, it feels impossible. School is her only escape, a safe haven she shares with her three best friends. They keep each other sane without even realizing it. It's always been the four of them. Until they meet them. Until she meets ℎ𝑖𝑚. Booker stopped caring a long time ago. Between taking care of his sick grandma, dodging bullets and keeping up with school, life is just something he's pushing through. The only things holding him together? His grandma and a stupid promise he made in the seventh grade. Neither of them is looking for more, but sometimes, the people you least expect become the ones you need the most.
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