Shadows of the Past
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MatureComplete Wed, Nov 13, 20241h 9m
This is the true story of a terrible relationship, followed by an even worse breakup. All names have been changed for privacy reasons. Please bear in mind that I am not writing this to put anyone on blast or paint anyone in a bad light. This is just explaining my own truth and how it affected me.
TW: there will be mentions of abuse (not physical), self harm, suicidal ideation, eating disorders, and usage of marijuana and alcohol.
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