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LeahShae

Published: Dec 6, 2014

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i'm still alive.

i've gone the way of most writers and sunk into depression. shocker! i'm okay - i'm too stubborn to wallow and i've got a wonderful boyfriend keeping me sane. poetic ability not so much, but like i said. stubborn.

anyone who's still reading: thank you so much. <3

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