What He's Done
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Last published Sat, Nov 5, 2016
He caused this. He brought pain. He brought sorrow. He brought love. He brought feelings. He brought endings.
This is a little journal that I wrote after a break up that still hurts very much. The reason why I am posting this is because I know there has to be other people who have gone through the same thing. This is a collection of my thoughts about everything. *WARNING* This could be triggering for some people so if you think it could be triggering do not read this.
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