eighteen

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School wasn't on my to-do list. Essentially, nothing was.

The memory of the perfect stillness and pureness of the white place remained in my mind. I wanted to feel like that again.

But my mind was overcrowded and overrun by a dark mist that shadows crept and monsters thrived in. It was like a foggy film was placed around me. No one could reach me--even if I wanted them too.

Mentally, I was dead along time ago.

One month, three weeks, and five days.

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