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How To Save a Life (ON HOLD)

shelbystylinson

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LECTURAS 163
Votos 15
Partes 4
Hora 35m

shelbystylinson

I'm dying. Not to be melodramatic or anything, but I legitimately am dying. I have schizophrenia and I have just recently battled leg cancer. I won. I don't know wether it's real or not when my old best friend from my childhood, Zayn comes back to visit me. He visits me everyday, but with the schizophrenia everything's a blur. He sneaks into my window at nine every night and sings to me. He tells me it needs to be kept secret. Is Zayn real or is he just a figment of my imagination?Todos los derechos reservados

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