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DELUSIONS

annabethgranger666

LECTURAS 1,142
Votos 247
Partes 18
Hora 46m

LECTURAS 1,142
Votos 247
Partes 18
Hora 46m

annabethgranger666

anxiety depressing hallucinations heartbreaking lonely nightmare paranoia psycho relapse romance seizure shizophrenia shortchapters shortstory sucidal therapies voices

I thought my life was perfect and I  had it all figured out. Something happened and now I'm stuck in therapy with Dr. Lee. But I don't need therapy I'm ok, at least that's what the voices have told me...

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*I keep having this dream 
where i love someone and they love me
It felt so real, it felt so real that my heart breaks
every single morning.*
                          - Abbey Glover
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Thank youu  @Myths_Allegories  for the beautiful cover!!!!!Todos los derechos reservados

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