Seven Fears
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- Chapitres 1
Nixie suffers from severe anxiety, and she finds that the only way to quiet her demons is the apathy that the drugs offer.
She's made many attempts to end her life. Seven is her lucky number. She expects death to be a dark, abysmal wall, but what she finds on the other side is the complete opposite.
*This story could be offensive, depending on how you look at the afterlife.*
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