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Drowning and far from salvation

Leituras 141
Votos 11
Capítulos 1
Tempo 8m

Leituras 141
Votos 11
Capítulos 1
Tempo 8m

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I wouldn't dare, I mean I couldn't! I thought to myself as I stared at the blade in front of me. "I don't have the guts to do it." I whispered to myself as I dropped my head over the sink and tightened my grip on the edge of the counter, I brought it back up and stared at my reflection in the mirror. My eyes were puffy and extremely red and my hair was a complete mess; I bit my bottom lip as hard as I could holding back the tears that were threatening to escape, I dropped my head again staring at the blade that now seemed so blurry. "I Can't anymore, I just can't!" I yelled to myself grabbing the top of my hair pulling it hard.

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Evelyn caster

Only 18 years old suffering from a common disease many have encountered
Or contain, depression. She's suffered from this hideous illness
Since she was 14, trying to cope with hard times, fake friends, missing love and hatred. All she wants to do is live and at least come home and say 'Today wasTodos os Direitos Reservados

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