Until she was happy
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Dernière publication mar., avr. 7, 2026
Happiness is a privilege and i talk deep so this whole book is a possible trigger warning.
Don't look at this as a way to find peace in your darkness, this doesn't offer that, look unto this as a way to hurt with someone else, and find peace in the fact that you're not the only one feeling the way you are, i'm here, we're here.
She isn't doing okay, perhaps this is the first time she's truly showing that, either way she's convinced herself that she'll continue to use this outlet, until she was happy.
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