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live your legacy

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Reads 18
Votes 3
Parts 4
Time 8m

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"This is for the kids who feel like broken glass. Invisible. Exhausted. Forgotten. Sad. The kids who had to grow up too fast. This is for the young, single moms or dads, working double shifts, who feel they're not enough. Reckless. Lost. Tired. Drowning. The parents who had to sacrifice everything, even themselves for their children. This is for the young adults finding themselves who feel like they're half dead. Quiet. Sorrow. Regret. Confused."

I don't care what you think about this book. It is here to help people who are drowning in problems and thoughts and feelings. You're valid. And this book will be brutally honest. If you're ready, I present to you, live your legacy.All Rights Reserved

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Kisses Didn't Cure Me

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