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“I've missed you so much it's felt like missing you is all I am. Like if someone looked inside me, there wouldn't be a skeleton and muscles and blood and nerves. There'd just be memories of you and all the things I've tried to say and ripped out of this notebook, all the things I want to say but can't because I don't have the words.”

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Love You Hate You Miss You

This book delves into the intricate tapestry of love, hate, and longing, offering a nuanced look at human emotions and interpersonal dynamics. more

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Elizabeth Scott
Elizabeth Scott

Elizabeth Scott, born in 1972, is an American author known for her young adult literature. Her works delve into the emotional and psychological changes of adolescents. more

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