Genesis
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Genesis
This story is from a journal of a real person. Each 'chapter' pertains part of the puzzle of what makes her, well her. This first book will contain the contents of the first journal. Names and Places will be changed to provide some privacy but besides that everything else will remain the same. Parts of this story may be triggering.
Yes I have permission to tell her story, because it is mine.
Through out some of the entrys will be playlist that were listened to repeatedly though the times writing, fictional stories, poems and lyrics and dreams.
This first journal was written in 2020
( In Case I Die)
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