Broken
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Last published Thu, May 21, 2015
They all have a story to tell. Will you hear them out?
******* TRIGGER WARNING!!! *******
sensitive topics, such as abuse, self harm, suicide, various disorders (mainly mental), and more are addressed. please use caution and discretion when reading! i wouldn't want any of my readers to be upset by my works!! <3
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