In a Heartbeat
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- Parts 7
Ongoing52m
Last published Sun, Jul 20, 2014
Tears stream down my face, intrudes who I am and what I should be. My parents are gone, the people I loved and respected. Yeah, there's a boy. But isn't there always? Life isn't a fairy tale, and I think that realization hits me harder than anything else ever will.
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