My sister's addiction
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The one thing that came into her life and took control of her, stealing her destiny bit by bit.
My sister's addiction looks at how I see my sister losing her life to something and letting it destroy her bit by bit.
It is slowly and progressively pushing her back without her realizing it.
this is not the usual drug or pills addiction that you would expect, so please read and enjoy.
corrections and criticisms are most welcome.
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