Silent Tears
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Last published Tue, Mar 21, 2017
I believe that people shouldn't die young, because no matter how dark the hole is there is always sunshine at the top. And our true friends will lend a hand to help us stand.
This is my story, this is my soul, this is me, myself, and I, Evelyn Green. But please, just call me Eve.
Entire plot and all characters belong to moi.
Also, some people might find the content upsetting.
This story is finished but I am going back and editing and improving things, v e r y s l o w l y.
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