*Introduction*

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That specific room she always loves when the thoughts get to her

Silver blade against her wrist, tears falling down to her dry lips

She feels like no one likes her, everyone hates her

She feels like she's bothering everyone by just being alive

-''Are you aware the shape i'm in?''
''My hands, they shake''
''My head, it spins''

The feeling when you're not necessarily sad, but you just feel really empty

Breen, is the type that smiles to everyone to make their day better, even thought she's dying inside.


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