It was one of those frustration-filled nights. The kind where she had to swallow thirty tiny, white pills before she could even think about sleeping. Where she tossed and tossed in a lucid notquitedreamlike state, as her thoughts spiraled in a million different directions
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I love your writing style.
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but this is lovely.
xx <3
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There is nothing you can do, doll.
She has to find reasons to live for
herself. xx
(Thankyou.)
xoxo xx__♥
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