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Destroyed

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Parts 60
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Reads 1,229
Votes 27
Parts 60
Time 45m

depressing random sad unhappy upset

Since I deleted my other story I'm just going to make a new one. This consists of real journal entries of my own. This will get depressing but I'm just writing down things I feel that day, and what I experienced. This will be very depressing and have some self harm scenes which will be welcomed by bold lettering if you are sensitive to it. Happy reading (sarcastically of course)All Rights Reserved

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Finding Purpose (+18) ✔️

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