Day after day, the air around her got thicker, her breaths got shorter, her friends got smaller and her hope seized to exsist. She no longer knows what's worth fighting for. What was the point? "We don't cut to die, we cut to survive"
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Untold
Short Story"Why put a new address on the same old loneliness?" This book is going to be short with a couple of sentences per chapter :-)
