My Eight MATES!!!!! (rewrite)

My Eight MATES!!!!! (rewrite)

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PLEASE READ IMPORTANT!!!!!!!!!! Author: Hi I wanted to say that I'm going to rewrite this book again no I didn't copy it. it's my book its that I forgot my password of my other account so I cannot get in so I made a new one and also I though I would rewrite the book and make it better because I noticed that I made a lot of mistakes Im also very sorry that with the other book I hardly update but with this rewrite I will try really hard to update either every Sunday or Saturday :) sorry my beautiful people again I will update either this Sunday or Saturday. :) :) :) I ALSO WANT TO STATE THAT I DON'T OWN THE PICTURES IN MY STORY JUST TO MAKE IT CLEAR TO EVERYONE. Thank you for taking the time in reading this. :)
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⚠️ WARNING ⚠️ -Unorganized -Poorly written -Cliche I was 14 when I wrote this and I discourage reading it 😬 ------- All art is mine. Completed 07/11/2017 ----- I always used to picture my mate, my true mate. He would be powerful and incredibly handsome, perfect for me. The perfect person to make me feel complete. Every day, I was in that sick place, not looking for him, I continued to grow weaker. Soon, it was hard for me to stand up properly and walk around. Soon, I was way too thin, starved. Soon, I was losing all hope. One mark on the ground, one line, one day. I never stopped making lines, and soon enough, I had about 30. They didn't really matter to me. As a new line appeared everyday, I seemed to care a bit less about them. But hope soon was slowly coming back to me, because of the view outside window. --- I am shit at giving descriptions. But I honestly WOULD NOT recommend this book I was like 13-14 when I wrote it and had no clue what I was doing

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