My Silent Undoing
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Ongoing<5 mins
Last published Mon, Aug 11, 2014
Screams, their silent. Your reflection, you're a slave to it. Someone so fragile and innocent to the world can have a big story. Monsters aren't under the bed when they're in your head. Life goes on, with or without you. And sometimes, life leaves you completely, and it's the end of your story.
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