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In corso, pubblicata il giu 14, 2021
L I L I T H

I guess i can say that this is my diary. 

Life sure is hard. You will feel the need to share your problems with someone you really love and someone who can understand you. 

But what can i do when i have no one? 

Luckily, i have wattpad ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

You can read this book to enjoy my pain or to cry with me or to comfort me, maybe. 

And of course you can also share your problem with me in the comment section. 

I would love it if you write some advice or quotes in the comment section. It would help me and other people ♡(∩o∩)♡
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