Lifes Red Strings
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These are some random stories I have made. Some based on my life, some to help others, and some just to get it out of my mind. Some will be depressing or sad, and some will be nice and warm. It just depends on my mood. Please read and let me know what you think. And please no hate, these are just to pass time. If you do not like it, simply leave this story in the past. I wish for no fights.
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