The real me...or so I thought.

The real me...or so I thought.

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Roses are red. Violets are blue. I thought of and loved everybody else. But never really you. Follow the steps of a young woman named Elena during her emotional and experimental journey to find herself. Will she beautifully succeed or will she cause herself more pain by being her own marionette? 🛑Disclaimer❗️For some people who are battling some negative thoughts ( whatever thoses thoughts may be , light to way darker) be careful if you want to read the story to not cause yourself more mental pain than you are already feeling . It's not the aim of this book . It's here to tell the story of a fictional character and through it to maybe enlighten people about some subjects that might be taken to lightly. With that said lots of love guys 😘 Rights of the picture used : https://weheartit.com/soles_amar.
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I won't lie to you and tell you that this is a happy story because that would be a lie and I want to be real with you. This story may rip you apart and I just want to warn you if you want happily ever after then Cinderella will be in the children's section. Now that we're straight with each other let me introduce you to the characters. First of all, Jacob Mendoza (that's me) and for now that's all you need to know;) Have you ever felt like your going backwards and the rest of the world is going forwards. It's like everyone's moving and you're just stuck. I'd felt like that my whole life. That is until I met my Celia. God she was so beautiful. She was breathtaking. Her smile tasted like fireworks. Every time. I never understood how another person could make me feel like that. But if I sit here describing her I will be here all day so let's not get ahead of ourselves. I was 23 when I met my Celia, the rest of my life is irrelevant because none of it actually mattered until I met her so let's begin.

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