Life had a way of breaking people. It tested you, bent you, stripped you down to the very marrow of your soul. And yet, somehow, I was still here. Still standing.
โWriting fiction so intense that youโll loose yourself in them and forget whatโs real when they murmur โ๐๐๐, ๐๐๐๐ ๐ข๐ ๐ก๐๐ ๐ ๐โฆ ๐๐ค๐ค๐ ๐๐๐ง๐ก.โ
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