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ThatGirlUNeverNotice

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Reads 580
Votes 61
Parts 19
Time 6m

ThatGirlUNeverNotice

Mature

anger loneliness madness random sadness

This is just a book...about how I truly feel...my issues...my insanity...my darkness...my lonely-ness...

Its me
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PS: I wrote in 3rd person...and I guess you can call them short stories...or poems/quotes...I don't care...just...if they happen to be like someones, I'm sorry... I just write what's on my mind at the time...All Rights Reserved

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