dear diary
this is my sixty-fourth week in high school and i can't breathe.
mom visited me after such a long time.
and we sat in silence.
there was nothing more to say.
she just knew that it was time to go.
mom: are you sleepy?
me: yes, very much
mom: then i'm guarding your last sleep
me: okay, thanks mom
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Fallen Girl
Cerita PendekMary's dead. But she's still breathing. That's the problem. TRIGGER WARNING: DEADLY DISEASE, HARD TOPICS LIKE DEATH AND HEARTBREAK!!!
