Breathe
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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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THE STORY IS ABOUT A YOUNG ARTIST YET WRITER. AFTER A LONG WAY OF HER JOB AND BEING EMLOYEED SHE GOT A CHANCE TO SHINE, BUT THE THING SHE WAS BOTHERED ABOUT THE HATE, SHE WAS SHORTLY depressed, FELT LIKE SHE HAD TO PART HER WAYS, WHO HELPED HER? DID SHE ENDED IT ALL? IF YES, WHY? IF NOT WHO GOT HER BACK? YOU MAY OR MAY NOT FIND IT GOOD BUT TRUSTING THE PROGRESS, I THINK IT'S WORTH IT TO READ. THANK YOU A/N: This is my first story I am putting out, so please ignore little mistakes and details if I left. Looking forward if you like it, also I would be adding somewhat little by little. English is not my native language so ignore my grammatical errors too. Thank you

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