The voice came again, all saying the same thing, her name. They seemed happy, like when someone calls out to you in the hallway. But this, however, was different. The name seemed foreign to her, like it wasn't her. But that was what she wanted, wasn't it? She no longer knew what she want, and questioning began to take place. How much longer could she put up the act? How much longer could she make people think she was alright? Was she still her true self? Was this really her? All the thoughts floated around her head, consuming her, until, nothing. Just black.
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Late at Night:)
RandomThis is just what goes through my head when I am supposed to be asleep. It will mostly be on my phone so please excuse any errors. Also I can be a little dramatic at times so please bear with me.
