She climbed into the car with a black trench coat that was one size too small, and carried a ripped and crappy leather backpack that held a book and a half-empty pack of cigarettes.
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Mind of The Disordered- A Memoir (Completed)
Non-FictionWhen you're stuck inside a layer of skin you never asked for, what does the soul do? It cries out in poems and pictures, and words that have so much meaning to anyone if they look hard enough. It winces in pain every time the pen hits the paper and...
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She climbed into the car with a black trench coat that was one size too small, and carried a ripped and crappy leather backpack that held a book and a half-empty pack of cigarettes.
