Seven Years, A Cruel Lie
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he living room floor. With no emergency services available, I desperate
couldn' t grasp in my panic. That night, I ran through the storm, carrying the pai
feeling, I checked her social media. A photo from Ryan Stone, her ex, showed her in my old apartment, co
s-all a lie. I had put my passion for photography aside for her, taken a soul-crushing off
lve. This wasn' t just about a broken heart; it was about claiming back my