Mon Petit Chon-Fleur
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Breakups. We all hate them. But in one way or another, we all kinda have to get through at least one. Cause without them we haven't really felt what it's like to love and lose something that you care about so much. That really hurts, and that's what this book is about. Breakups.
Mon Petit Chon-Fleur is a quote collection based on my recent and very first breakup with my boyfriend. During my healing process, I went through some phases and decided to turn my thoughts into quotes. And here they are.
**THIS IS MY VERY OWN WORDS AND WORK, SO PLEASE BE SO KIND AND QUOTE ME IF ANY USE - THANK YOU**
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come pick my mind and stay awhile, make yourself comfortable. it's awfully lonely in here. - inside this book, you'll find five distinct parts: simply me, which tells you almost everything you need to know about me. you, which tells you about my experience with love and the state of bliss it brings you. after you, which tells you about my experience with heartbreak and hate. nightmares, which is every scary thing that occurs in my mind and things that instill fear in those who read it. the book closes with recovery, where we explore self-confidence and self-discovery. these are the inner workings of my mind, i'm not going to sugar coat it for you: it's a sad, depressing place. this all comes from the pages of my journals so i'm sparing you the tear-stained pages, consider yourself lucky. hope you enjoy! - feel free to comment or message me :)
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