It is hard to say who I am, when I myself don't know. All I know is what other people told me, that I am a girl and I'm really messed up. They say that I imagine too much, that I see things that don't exist, that it is all in my head. It is not.
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Story by Clockwomen
Always Running Out of Time
She had spent all her life running. Running from responsabilities, reality, friends, but mostly, her parents...
