The Three Broken Souls
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Last published Thu, Feb 16, 2012
Three different souls get pull into a whirl-wind of depression, loniless and grief. These teenagers have suffered so much in so little time and it haunts them, will anyone help them? No, they hide it: what will happen, though, when their paths cross? Will they help each other get through their storm of confusion? This is only the beginning for them...
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