DEAR FRIEND, YOU ARE NOT ALONE
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Last published Sat, Oct 11, 2025
The story is kind of a letter to myself, my dearest soul , my life , who feels alone and wants help but can't even say a word to anyone. So my soul , you are not alone
I am there for you
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