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My Life. My Story. What Gives?


“Silent room churn my ears like a passing of deathly whispers of things I do not want to hear. All a headache, all a slip of jumbled emotional outcries that never seem to end, not for one moment. At some point it’ll end, just to wait for another passing in silence.” -Kayla

“Silent room churn my ears like a passing of deathly whispers of things I do not want to hear. All a headache, all a slip of jumbled emotional outcries that never seem to end, not for one moment. At some point it’ll end, just to wait for another passing in silence.”
-Kayla