Almost dead
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Ongoing12m
Last published Fri, Jun 29, 2018
This is a story with no happy end....It could end in a different way but in the real world not all stories are happy. I got some ideas from "All our places" but the whole story has come right from my mind.
P.S. If you are going trough hard times right now just remember that all the rainbows come after a hard rain and also remember that someone out there cares for you. If you need to share with a stranger be free to text me.
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