"How do you sleep at night?" My mother asks me, seeing my bed coved in homework and clothes and all sorts of other things. For months now that’s all I have been doing, I've allowed myself to be consumed by school work and I've thrown aside my own needs; my need for time with myself. I don't understand myself, how could I, Candise, the one who
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es la una de la manana.
you said one at the morning. no biggie.
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