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Lonnie has been through several life-changing events. The most impactful is the death of their abuelita and the loss of someone close to them as they came out as non-binary. They have struggled with coming to terms with these two facts, as well as finding who they are amidst the bustling thoughts rushing through their head. Throughout this novel, they battle with who they are and finally come to terms with who they want to be. Read to find out the mentality of Lonnie, struggling to be called East.

[This is based on a true story.  It contains sensitive material such as panic attacks, references to physical harm, and trauma.]

[This is a shortened version of the original book. All rights reserved to Isabella Prieto]

Started: November 15, 2019
Completed: January 3, 2020 ✔️
Edited: ✔️

Highest Rankings:
#9 in Metaphor
#117 in Literature
#108 in ProseAll Rights Reserved

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What Really Matters: Poems About Love, Loss, & Trauma by BruceWhealton

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For Those Who Don't Believe in Love Songs by david_hull

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