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Get near a fireplace or a corner... it's warmer there.
But the demon in her head said, "step in the fire."
But demons are delusions, you could bend it... and make it your reality, you have control over yourself. But remember to see with your eyes, that there's a collective reality.
Her disorder, attacked her, anxiety, ran back to her. She had nowhere to go, but to go to the doctor.
It's best not to get blinded by the abyss... of course, there's people who can lift her out of it... It's called a small group of friends. They will be there at the edge, waiting... helping as time pass by.
She had no thoughts of love, she thought no one thought differently. Friends aren't always there, its already gone. Years pass, lives pass, she wanted to go. She stared at the moon, and wished to see them, again.
Ooohhh... noo.... I see where this is going... urghh.. my heart...
Why do people care, what is the point, she decided, not yet. She got off the chair, and closed the blinds. Just give me, a few more years.