Why us?
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Last published Sun, Mar 31, 2019
This story is a reflection of my emotions, put together in a book. The characters are based off my friends and the story is not 100% real. It involves romance, heartbreak, suicidal mentions, self harming, and other triggering content. read at your own risk
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