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Empty Feelings and Useless Tears

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Mature

It's time for me to just let out everything I guess.. I've felt so empty these past few weeks.. I've had so many different nightmares that I just want to stop everything.. but I won't.. so it's time for me to show a side that I've always kept away from others... this book is something I've wanted to do for a while.. and it's nice to finally start it...All Rights Reserved

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Mon, Jun 17, 2019

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