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This isn't a story, it's a letter.
Like it, love it, hate it, I don't care.
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Read it, like it, love it, hate it, I don't care.
It doesn't make sense, but I guess that's why it's genre is nonsense.
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I lay in my bed, tossing and turning. The summer breeze tickled the hairs on my arms as it blew in through my window. I kicked the blankets off of ..
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We sat upon the rock that jutted out above the ocean. I hugged my knees tightly to my chest with James sitting next to me, his arm pulling me closer t..
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We stood by the sign post. The sun was now above the trees and slowly approaching its highest point in the sky. I looked at James, his face was pal..
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Read it, like it, love it, hate it, I don't care.
Depression at it's worst, the affects.
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Fall in love, get your heart broken. Love, and live. Do, or die. Black hole, or a fire.
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