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She heads home and without a word she heads to the bathroom. She’s tired of being alive, of breathing, of fighting. But no-one knows. She misses the feeling, that made her pain disappear. Even if it was just for a while, it was that time that she didn't have to spend, fighting.
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May 30, 2013
May 30, 2013 at 5:26 PM UTC
~ recovery ~
She heads home and without a word she heads to the bathroom. She’s tired of being alive, of breathing, of fighting. But no-one knows. She misses the feeling, that made her pain disappear. Even if it was just for a while, it was that time that she didn't have to spend, fighting.
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May 30, 2013
May 30, 2013 at 5:26 PM UTC
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