Drifting
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Last published Wed, Dec 12, 2018
"Death is not the greatest loss in life. The greatest loss is what dies inside us while we live." - Norman Cousins
*This is for NaNoWriMo! So happy to finally be writing this piece! I've wanted to for a long time, now I finally have a really good reason! Hope you guys like it... probably won't be that good until I go through with crazy edits.
!Language and dark topics involved! Probably PG13? I don't know XD!
Really rough chapters! I will go back through after I finish!
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