Justice (in need of)
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Last published Wed, Oct 19, 2022
Since 8th grade the idea of justice was haunting me for various human induced traumas at the time which made me look for it actively. From my diagnosis of PTSD to the very time I have justice in my palm of my hand this is not just a biography of a girl looking satisfactory to the soon having telling about what happened to me in September of 2022,this is a diary. Btw my real name is Elena Melanson.
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