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I move towards the kitchen, an empty plastic bottle in my hand. It's dark, with some light coming in from the windows. It is windy outside, making the curtains move. I'm tired. My eyes are droopy, my heart beating fast. Every step makes me feel like I should hurry, maybe run towards the refrigerator, but at the same time hurrying my pace makes my heart beat faster. I'm tired, but all of a sudden I feel like I'm really anxious. I don't have my glasses on. I fill water in my bottle, walk back to my room, and end up looking in the mirror. That's when I finally see her. Right behind me. -Original work, please do not copy.- -All Rights Reserved.- -cover by moi- (weekly updates)
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