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she's back.

she has a journal with her.

I want you to read these, she says. you need to know you're not alone.

I take the journal.

she smiles and says, bring it back here tomorrow.

I nod.

she leaves.

I suffocate,

for without her,

I forget how to breathe

with the voices telling me to stop.
-Trace

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next chapter is ONLY her poems, NOT TRACE'S OKAY??

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