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  • Reads 13
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  • Parts 2
  • Time <5 mins
Ongoing, First published Aug 28
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Since the very first day we laid eyes on each other it was as if her blank smile was plastered onto her face.
She was I book I could never read. A novel I could never comprehend. 
In comparison she could read me with ease. to her I was just a children's book.

This is just something I made out of pure boredom
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Leah's Writer's Room

12 parts Ongoing

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