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Apr 2019
Morning
Fight
Morning
I can face my worst fears
Morning
It doesn't have to be like this forever.
Morning
There are REAL things out there.
.
.
.
Then why did you pull the rug out from under my feet as soon as they swung out from bed onto the floor?
Written by
Lily Thebault  F
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