Can You Mend The Broken?
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I actually don't know. I just spilled my feelings on a page or two. All I know is:
Its from my point of view
Its based on me in a couple of years
I have a lot more friends in real life than in this
I've changed everyone's name
And you may want tissues
Enjoy!
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