19 Days
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Imagine having a normal life and everything falls apart because of one stupid thought.
Imagine having to face ONE of your fears because of one stupid thought. Well I did.
My Name is Ebony Rose Mc'Cay and this is my story.
*WARNING *
Graphic scenes. Many grammar errors. Read at own risk.
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