I write because sometimes I have so many things to say, but my mouth fails me.
I write to cope with the world, with my depression, with my anxiety, with my suppressed feelings.
This is my reality.
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Stories by Lida Ithilast
The Girl Named Lisa
The day she came back to my life.
I. The Baby
Sugar, spice and everything nice but I hope you get food poisoning.