Sticks And Stones
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Ongoing27m
Last published Tue, Dec 16, 2014
Sticks and stones may break my bones, but a heart can't break if it's already in a million pieces...
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Warning: Deals with child abuse and drugs.There's not much profanity in my stories. I LOVE constructive critisism. If anyone has any suggestions, please tell me. Anything that will help me grow as a writer, I welcome with open arms. :D Just please don't be jerk about it. And just give my story a chance. I think it's gonna be really good. I don't update weekly or anything. I write when I feel is the right time and I update when I am fully satisfied with what I wrote.
Yours truely,
Hadassah.
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