Midnight Moments
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Contenu pour adultesEn cours d'écriture33m
Dernière publication sam., juil. 22, 2017
This isn't a story about love. Well, at least it doesn't look like it right now. It's just me. I don't think there's enough out there about what happens when that love ends. What does it look like to be raw and vulnerable? What does it feel like to be left by the one you would do anything for? What do you do when your heart is broken? I'm not holding back. This isn't even a story. Screw structure. Screw acceptance. These are the thoughts that cloud my head when I'm alone in bed struggling to sleep. These are the demons that haunt me when I am most fragile. This is me, and these are my midnight moments.
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