Based on lies

Based on lies

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Cat is an average teenager, who has suffered from memory loss from 4 years old, after her dad's car accident. She has missed out on many experiences in her life and even finds it difficult to recognise her own parents. She takes comfort from her black leather book, in which she writes her details of every passing day. Every day she writes about her memory loss, in which her mum reminds her. When a certain person keeps reappearing in her book as the name of 'Danny Reed' her memory becomes to improve, and she realises that trust is a big thing, and she discovers many secrets along the way. What happens when the perfect guy runs into life, unlike her ex he's loving, caring and he's a great listener. Or will he be just like her ex?
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This would be really boring. You don't need to waste time reading this. Not just boring, it might be even heartbreaking. The story was still going on, and therefore I had no idea whether it would end in a tragedy or not, but I had a feeling it would. And it did. We broke up under the striking, burning sun of 19th September, 2016. I write usually in a monotone description, therefore don't judge if you read this. My name is Rue, and I wish my life could be like the picture I put as a cover of my story, colourful, calm, and with a soulmate who keeps loving me all the way. However, things never happen as what we would like them to happen. I don't love my life, but I want to remember all that once happened. I want to look back one day, when I'm fully grown, and smile or tell my old self right now that I'm dumb. Mostly and lastly, I just want to remember him, the one I very much remember right now, but will fade in times to come. It is already fading now, and I only hope that I can write them all before they disappear from my mind, forever...

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