Prologue- Chapter 4

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You plagued my mind for a few days. Infecting my mornings, my writing, my dreams. The few tears you shed carving out a space for you. I want to help. I wracked my brain over and over. Nothing ever came of it and it ate away at me. "Angels should never cry".

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