Breathe

Breathe

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Publikasi terakhir Min, Jan 21, 2018

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Lost as Alice. Mad as the hatter. "Sanjit! Sanjit help me please! Help Sanjit! Nooo!" Sanjit woke with a start. She couldn't get those memories out of her head. They turned into nightmares. All thanks to the bullies that never went away. They killed her Annie. Her Mitch matched eyes blinked away the tears. "Will Sanjit get through her horrible past? Or will her past catch up to her, suffocating her, drowning her... Ending her existence?" Sanjit narrated. I am the painting of nothing. Someone, please get your brushes. Start painting.

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