I felt lost in the depths of a dark sea of depression. Every time I got close to thinking I was fine, something would remind me of that tragic day. A day where I, Annabelle Whitman, lost everything I had ever known.
There were ordinary but pitiful people who lived on this land that I saw when I was young. Their lives passed like the wind and now I'm going to tell you about them you didn't know.
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I, who thought I was so lacking, will now write with all my passion and dedication, but if I ever
get lost or collapse from exhaustion, even if it's just one of their souls, I ask them to come running to me and help.