Febuary 10th
The voice screaming inside of me. I tremble, I shake. I had gotten so accustomed to it- that now it's constance had dissipated, I couldn't compose myself.
I screamed too, just like it always had up until now.
-Eve R.
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General FictionEvelyn Rose My name is Evelyn, yet you may call me Eve if you prefer it. This is my Journal, I am glad you found it- no matter the way you came upon it. If you are weak- set this down and live on with your healthy brain. Yet if you already have...
