Willow; Sep 5th

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Reads 1,215
Votes 334
Parts 27
Time 2h 27m

{Completed}
    
    When work time ends and I board the bus, I scramble for a seat by the window to watch strangers pass by, every person with a struggle, a story to tell. One that the entire world will shake upon hearing yet not change. 
    
    Problems came in different forms for every individuals. Some people worry about their broken cars on the way to work, a broken limb maybe from sport, a broken heart from a shitty partner, a broken spirit from grief. 
    
    For me, I've only ever struggled with superficial problems. I've had days where my concerns were my cold mocha, my grades, the broken printer, and the video message that wouldn't load. On certain days, I worried about boys, and whatnot. 
    
    Last year, bigger problems came in the form of my father's addiction to gambling. We all thought he had complete discretion over what he did with his money, so we let him face his consequences alone. But soon like a vine, it spread to the rest of the family and broke us from inside, out. 
    
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    #1 in adaptive 
    #9 in dyslexia 
    
    
    Word count: 30000+ 
    Cover credits to me🤍
    
    
    Started: August 29th, 23
    Published: October 10th, 23
    
    xxAll Rights Reserved

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{Completed}
    
    When work time ends and I board the bus, I scramble for a seat by the window to watch strangers pass by, every person with a struggle, a story to tell. One that the entire world will shake upon hearing yet not change. 
    
    Problems came in different forms for every individuals. Some people worry about their broken cars on the way to work, a broken limb maybe from sport, a broken heart from a shitty partner, a broken spirit from grief. 
    
    For me, I've only ever struggled with superficial problems. I've had days where my concerns were my cold mocha, my grades, the broken printer, and the video message that wouldn't load. On certain days, I worried about boys, and whatnot. 
    
    Last year, bigger problems came in the form of my father's addiction to gambling. We all thought he had complete discretion over what he did with his money, so we let him face his consequences alone. But soon like a vine, it spread to the rest of the family and broke us from inside, out. 
    
    --------------------------
    
    #1 in adaptive 
    #9 in dyslexia 
    
    
    Word count: 30000+ 
    Cover credits to me🤍
    
    
    Started: August 29th, 23
    Published: October 10th, 23
    
    xx

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