Joquena
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- Parts 4
MatureOngoing11m
Last published Wed, Sep 25, 2024
With millions of thoughts littered about our minds, we continue our days never remembering why we cried on certain nights or omit the ability to recall events that made us who we are. I have spent years of my short life searching for who I am but I fear that the answer isn't found within self but in the actions of others. As I continue this journey I ask that you read with me and find yourself within my thoughts.
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