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"𝕃𝕚𝕗𝕖 𝕨𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕡𝕦𝕥 𝕞𝕒𝕟𝕪 𝕣𝕖𝕕 𝕝𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕤 𝕚𝕟 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕟𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦, 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕖𝕤 𝕨𝕖 𝕞𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕡𝕦𝕤𝕙 𝕠𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕘𝕒𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕣𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕘𝕠𝕕."
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《 Da'Jour True Avery 》
3:26 PM.
I grabbed my medicine bottle throwing it away before flashing out and just punching the wall .
Eventually 2 holes were created where I was punching and I punched it one more good time .
I walked down and up the hallway pacing tryna find something to do , I was loosing it .
Voices in my head kept telling me "it yours fault" then I kept having flashbacks of that night then his funeral.
Somebody knocked on the door and I stopped before going to see who it was .
Zayla appeared after I opened it and she looked at me frowning . "What's wrong?" She grabbed my face.
"Nothing." I pulled back from her.
She came in and shut the door behind her . After taking her shoes off she walked towards the wall I punched .
"Then what is this?"
"I punched it." I shrugged .
"Why?"
"No reason." I shrugged getting up .
"Da'Jour." she followed me to the kitchen. She walked past the trash then turned around .
"Hmm?"
"What's this?" She pulled the bipolar disorder medicine out .
"It's gone."
"No it's not." She stale faced me.
"Oh."
"Why you throw them away?"
"Cause Zayla , them don't do nothing but make me feel weird then I start having flashbacks , that shit don't work." I explained .
"Side effects , you don't wanna go get different ones or something?"
"No , all that shit the same."
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Teen Fiction"I don't really f*ck with you new folks , put him in the chair nigga , death row." 𝐀𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐥𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟎. Completed.
