My friend, the ballerina, came to call today, and I fed her quite nicely. She did a little dance, and I tries to hug her goodbye, but she bit me and I have a large red mark.
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I Wear A Beaded Necklace
JugendliteraturThis 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...
February 18
My friend, the ballerina, came to call today, and I fed her quite nicely. She did a little dance, and I tries to hug her goodbye, but she bit me and I have a large red mark.
