One day it will all be over.
…One way or another
She sat there, feeling lower than she thought she ever could.
The overwhelming weight on her from the 3 pillars of pestilance were coming to head.
One by one she was going to have to deal with them.
One way or another.
Strings and all.
They had been friends for so many years that it had taken her a minute to fully process all the shit that she had been letting slide. The things that…
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Keep readingShe was in such a dark place. The inky blackness encompassed every part of her existence. it soaked into her skin, the weight felt in every pour of her skin.…
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