I'm in love with writing, but our relationship has generally been on and off. I now seek to make it a permanent one. I hope to grow in this relationship and to share this with as many people as I can. For the love of writing.. .
Lying on the big white bed, looking up to the big white ceiling, her life felt, almost, sterile. She could no longer tell how she got here, or how she could leave. It was as if the pain had never existed, but it had to be there, it had to have happened, or she wouldn't be feeling so, dead.
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