The Stars that Know our Secrets
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Ongoing<5 mins
Last published Fri, Aug 30, 2019
I know you might not care about my story, but I'm going to tell you it anyway. This is the story of how I lost, lived, died and then built my life up again. This is my journey through a world I never knew existed. One where I am able to triumph over my mind and learn to accept what happened to me no matter how horrible they were. One where I can overcome those who push me down and tell me I will never be good enough.
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