When I was twenty-seven, I hit the lowest point in my life. My entire world came to a crashing halt. It was the first time in my life that I had actually slowed down and stopped running. Didn't really have much of a choice, seeing how I was laid up unable to move. In that short time, I found myself reconnecting with people who passed through my life years earlier. There was one in particular that I found myself growing closer to. My writing, before...
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