A Boy Who Wished
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This is like my own diary, my new best friend. So why am I making it public? Incase anyone does find this and relates to anything in here so they don't feel alone, plus no one knows who am I so why worry about who finds it? Also, I want something to look back on when I'm older, see what I've gone through, something to make me smile or cry, feel hope or helplessness when I look back on it. I'm tired of forgetting. I need something to store my thoughts in that won't get lost or destroyed.
For anyone who does find this, feel free to trauma dump but make sure to put a tw for anyone one else who might see it. Also feel free to use it as your own diary as well by ranting in the comments, and remember my dms are always open! I love you all. <3
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