The memories clung to her very being suffocating her mind with haunted thoughts. She couldn't escape it and she had been running from it for as long as she could remember. She blamed everyone for the unfixable problem that left her broken and bruised. She craved success and approval from a woman that didn't even crave her existence. The mere whiff of loneliness made her shiver but yet they bought her bottles of it's scent. It was an irreversible disease that hadnt even been thought of but it was silent an deadly. It was powerful enough to turn anyone into the living dead starting with her.
Xoxo geniece
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