dear diary
this is my twenty-seventh week in high school and i'm trying my best to handle it.
i got to do some exams and ended my swimming lessons.
mom was so excited that we can go to the beach.
the thing is that I don't want to ruin her happiness.
i would do anything for her.
mom: what kind of bikinis you want?
me: those that cover me well, especially on the back
mom: but you have a nice figure, my dear!
me: yes, but i can bleed
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Fallen Girl
Short StoryMary's dead. But she's still breathing. That's the problem. TRIGGER WARNING: DEADLY DISEASE, HARD TOPICS LIKE DEATH AND HEARTBREAK!!!
