My precious journal

My precious journal

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Meredith, a Literature loving teenager finds out that life isn't about her and life definitely isn't fair. "After running for what seemed like an eternity, my legs finally gave in. I fell onto pile of rocks and pebbles, tearing my favorite lilac with white lace trimming dress on the bodice and skirt in multiple places. My lungs burning with the dust and exhaustion from running. I stood up and looked around to see if anybody has seen me. Thank the heavens that nobody saw that embarrassing fall. I checked my legs and arms to see if I was bleeding or scratched. Arms ok legs no so much. My legs were covered with dust and scratches, some bleeding but most were just minor. The worst cut of all was on my left thigh. My leg was practically gushing blood. I ripped a piece of my dress that was already on the verge of ripping. I tied a knot on top of the cut to stop the bleeding." Copyright true_instincts All rights reserved. No part of the book may be reproduced, manipulated or transmitted in any form by any means, either electronically or mechanically without written permission from the author. Copyright 2014
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I used to think there'd be no living without you. Then, you walked away. Like it was the easiest thing in the world. We finally stopped making sense to you. So, you left. Why wouldn't you. It didn't matter that it still made sense to me. That I still held on to all those what ifs and unanswered questions of us. Still hoped for things to work out somehow. Still needed things to work out. Needed it like food and water. This story might not make much sense to you, reader. It was written for him. And in many ways for myself. But I am grateful for your desire to explore our life's tale non the less. It was quite something. I hope you'll get something out of it.

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