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༘⋆♡⸝⸝ 💌 ⊹。°˖➴CHAPTER 004!━ ❛ exhausted ❜( real life, imessage )

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༘⋆♡⸝⸝ 💌 ⊹。°˖➴
CHAPTER 004!
━ ❛ exhausted ❜
( real life, imessage )




























WARNING -

This chapter covers the topics of drug use and smoking. If these topics make you feel uncomfortable, please feel free to skip parts of this chapter. I understand how sensitive these topics can be and do not want to make any reader feel uncomfortable while reading this story. I hope you enjoy the rest of the chapter, and thank you for understanding.

- des <3



















   










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      POUNDING, THAT'S WHAT Paula physically felt

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POUNDING, THAT'S WHAT Paula physically felt. It was a physical sensation, relentless and rhythmically echoing in her skull like a ceaseless drumbeat. A drum that beat on and on, reverberating through her mind with a tenacity that was as unwavering as it was merciless.

Exhausted. That's what she felt no matter what. She felt an overwhelming sense of exhaustion, which left her drained and fatigued in every aspect of her life. too exhausted to engage in even the most basic activities, eating, attending school, or conversing with others, sometimes even smoking.

Yet, paradoxically, she continued to smoke. the brief respite it offered from her relentless fatigue and the ceaseless pounding in her head was a balm she found hard to resist. But the ephemeral relief came at a cost. the smoke clouded her mental sharpness, her thoughts becoming a convoluted maze that was increasingly hard to navigate.

But in a strange, twisted way, she welcomed the confusion.

The more aware she became of her thoughts, the more the raw, painful emotions that they carried surfaced. These emotions, a torrent of feelings she'd rather not confront, compounded her exhaustion, deepening her weariness and her sense of being trapped in a never-ending cycle of torment.

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