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Allison was suddenly tired of living.

Every breath was a nightmare.

Every conversation lasted a lifetime.

Every night she wanted it to be her last.

Nothing made sense. The universe wasn't making sense.

So she did the only thing that made sense to her at the time.

She took her life.

Because the tears were drowning her, and her emotions were possessing her.

And none of it made sense.


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