All that is left of my sleep is a black void. It's like I'm already dead.
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I Wear A Beaded Necklace
Teen FictionThis is the story of an unknown. The voices in her head started to eat her from the inside out, so she took her friend's advice and tried to write about it, in hopes that it might lessen the Noise. Take a look into the unknown's soul, watch her play...
January 8
All that is left of my sleep is a black void. It's like I'm already dead.
