Untitled-Something about life
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Last published Fri, Aug 5, 2016
This is a story. Well actually this is life. Real Life. My life.
Its a running record of my life. Like no one has read before. I hope maybe this story can reach atleast one person going through their own hell and can see that no matter what you can make it out the other side.
"A semicolon represents a sentence the author could have ended, but chose not to. That author is you and the sentence is your life."
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