I Cannot Breath
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Last published Tue, Aug 5, 2014
(TRIGGER WARNING: PLease PLEASE do NOT read if you are currently recovering from any sort of mental disorder and please do not read if you have cut before or are still cutting because this won't be the happiest story. Read at yuor own risk.)
Unfortunately this is based on real life. There are no stories here. I'm honest and up front. At least as much as I can be. My name is Elizabeth Helene Schulz. Almost a month ago, I lost someone very important to me and things have not been going so great for me since then. I found out something; I don't like change.
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