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There are mornings where I'll wake up and immediately panic because, The world of reality became one that I can't believe in any longer... Those mornings I beg to fall back asleep into my dreams,
Suicide, We kind of need to speak. Was I too weak to commit to you, Or was I strong enough to leave you?... As my days get rough, You're only more tempting to my hand,
Short story and visual illustration of how young ladies like me fight insecurities while being attracted to the opposite sex.