I always find myself coming back to this stage after I believe that I had made some progress in myself.
I lost myself, my whole identity when you left.
I went over every conversation, every argument, every moment that we had together.
Thinking to myself , "Was I the problem?", "Could I have done something differently?", "What did she have that I could never possess?"
15 year old me was drowning in her insecurities.
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Words that will never be said
Short StoryThis is a novel depicting the words that I will never say aloud, especially not for the people that it's meant for.
