Then She Was Gone
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Ultima pubblicazione ven, gen 13, 2017
I'm Allies this is the first story I'm writing. I suffer with bi-polar depression and anxiety. Not very many people know me too well. I don't have many friends and the ones I do are dying. But I guess we're all slowly dying. I struggle each day trying to make through the next. I worry about who I'll see the next day, and I guess I shouldn't say much more. The stuff I write will be mostly my own work and will be based on my life and events.
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