She spent all her life wondering when she was going to die, each and every day fearing it but when she got to that moment..... it really wasn't that bad. Why did she waste her time? Why did she waste her life on the fear? If she could be there to witness the moment after her death, she'd kick herself in the face for it.
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Writings of the Anxious Girl
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