Short story

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I'm fine,I tell everyone but they don't believe me. I'am fine...on the outside but inside hurts. When I go to sleep they speak to me,about dark things, some how I'm not bothered by it. Though the dreams that they sometimes control,I can't handle those dreams.Next day after the next I die on the inside,till a angel came and change everything
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