It's funny how a single moment can turn these past four months to dust. How it can erase all the progress I've made and send me back to square one. If I had known that entering that building would have sent me straight back to you, I never would have stepped out of that car.
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Stories That Never Get Told
General FictionThese are the stories of the things that have been, could have been, and should have been. They needed their voices to be heard, and I'm doing the best I can to give them that.
