Her Story!
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Ongoing24m
Last published Wed, Nov 23, 2022
Maybe this world is full of sad people faking smiles to make it to the next day..
My writing is random, explaining solitude,pain,hurt,grief,sadness and all the other emotions which we want to run away from
I would say enjoy reading it but this isn't something you will enjoy reading, it's something you will relate to,something which will explain how you feel.
Sorry...
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