"That girl, she had nothing beyond her own reality in the face of imagination to keep her craving for life. From her plain white room, from a bed that had been accustomed to her, she had nothing, but a window to look out through, to longingly stare at the white lilies in the pond in front." I thought of writing a small short story, hope it will be to somebody's liking and give hope using it's complete opposite - despair. Disclaimer: contains sensitive topics such as blood, illness. Read at your own risk and to your own satisfaction! photo taken from p!nterest!
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