... Although I'm just a girl, I have a voice. "Who would ever think that so much went on in the soul of a young girl."-Anne Frank, diarist
Cool silver Hovering o'er my veins. Just a sliver. Enough to silence the pangs. Let it go. You're past this. But for all I know, This is simply the dawn of anguish.
Every second is a struggle.
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