Broken like Glass
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Ongoing1h 20m
Last published Tue, Mar 1, 2022
I can't move I'm stuck to the spot, I'm on my hands and knees losing my mind, my tears won't stop, and they don't seem to be slowing down anytime soon. I honestly don't know how this has turned into my life; I don't know where it all went wrong. I was doing so good, I was fine, but this, this is just too much, even for me.
Destiny just wanted a happy normal life, but people never get what they want. Find out what happens to break such a strong willed girl.
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