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Everything At Once

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Parts 24
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Reads 956
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Parts 24
Time 31m

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it's weird, letting out this story.
but the only way i wanna do this is through writing, not speaking.
so, just read on to learn why sometimes, emotions either make a monster of people or being out the best in them.
i'm here for anyone who needs the extra hand.
you're breathing for a reason. you're valid, i swear.
stay alive.All Rights Reserved

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