CROSSING PROJECT: A Not So Typical Life in A Big City
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Last published Sun, Jun 26, 2016
It was Julia's idea that I should keep a diary.
3 months in a new city, a new life, I've started to adjust to it. It was hard at first, as the people here are all strangers, there isn't anyone that I can lean on, that I can go for help. I have only myself.
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In which this story is told in the form of the diary of a certain protagonist that skin glows like volcano lava when she gets emotionally shaken, positively or negatively.
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