I Don't Understand...
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This is a book filled with free writing poetry. This book is a book that I've wrote with my spare time. I wrote this to show others that they aren't alone out there when they are living in this world, when they wake up every morning hating themselves and living in a world filled with 'Ifs' , because I'm living that life with you and I'll be there for you through thick and thin.
~Nury C.~
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