Smile, Cry, Die
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"How can you save a splitting relationship when you can't even save yourself? "
I'm Dane and this are the words I couldn't dare to shout. The words of pain that I couldn't precipitate. The metaphors I couldn't dare to speak...
Would you listen?
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(published : september 3, 2019)
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