This is Me (Hopefully a good short story)
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As 2019 comes to an end, I wanted to create something that I can still look back on. I know that it's really last minute but it doesn't matter. What I want to do is write and learn from myself to improve. I'm ready to express out who I am and who I want to be. I'm ready to express my sadness, happiness, and anxiety. I'm ready to see my forgiveness. Care to join me?
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