Some Sad Stories
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All people ever want is to know someone cares but all can't see that people around them care with all their heart. This is a book with more then one story in it each chapter is a different short story or it's a poem and sometimes it's just how people feel.
*most of these I didn't write and some I did and I will give credit if I can find it*
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