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Sunken hearts, parched throats and daily bruises. December 26th wasn't a good day nor were the days that followed by next. Everything around her hurt, her wrists burned and battered and purplish inside, she could almost see it, and feel the intense burning when the syringe touched the cannula. It was a fight for survival, of course but when her body didn't want it like her mind didn't, things got tougher. Small blood baths and lips bitten, eyes almost teared up. She gave up. Her mother didn't. Walking herself to that torture room was pain enough but seeing her mother break down every time that was worse.She couldn't take that anymore. Everything was a disaster. Her whole world was a disaster, school, friends, studies everything was gone. A lonely soul keeps trying till it goes on
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