the journal of chiara
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Sometimes you just have to write things down.
With so much going on around you and in your head, paper and pencil have always felt like home. I've always loved writing and expressing myself through it. Even when no one listens, I still have one thing.
This is my story, and this is how I choose to tell it.
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