Pruned | sequel.
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  • Parts 9
  • Time 1h 8m
Ongoing, First published Jun 21, 2017
Hariana.

- Sequel: Texting Harry Styles


Ramona wanted to diminish her insecurities, she wanted to reduce the negativity of her life to the extent. She wanted to decrease her worries of pain and anxiety, she wanted to downsize even her happiness and the treasurable memories, because she knew the most memorable times whether happy or sad will just come back to making her wish she was there, giving her less hope of the future cause her mind fulfilled more negativity then positivity, and she wishes for that to change. It was just an off and on again thing for her. Like an ongoing cycle; which life really is. A cycle of wants and needs like a trendy dress or shelter for an example, a cycle of choices like whether you pick that dress or that shelter, a cycle of positivity and negativity because every choice you make affects, a cycle of stuff that just goes 360..around and around until you just want to change. She wanted to do a 180 and go straight towards were she knew would be better for her, and for everyone else. Just get straight on with what was needed more. 

Why try? She wondered.

She really had no one.

She decreased, she downsized, she diminished, she removed everything until she was left pruned; with no hope whatsoever. No more she thought,


No more.



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