Falling

Falling

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“Sometimes good things fall apart so better things can fall together.” -Marilyn Monroe My life had revolved around the hope that that particular saying was true. However, that all changed. My life was falling apart, and I knew nothing would be able to fix it. No one would be able to fix it.
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