through the one hundred chapters I uploaded in this story, I became less and less attached to someone I falsely loved. On the 100th day, I found myself again.
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YOU ARE READING
never in your eyes | ✓
Short Storycrashing waves. thunderstorms. destruction. they all f e e l like you. shade. tears. stagnant rivulets. they all l o o k like me.