She whimpers in the cold. She doesn't belong here. Each part of her heart pushes her closer to the edge. But her brain keeps her feet planted firmly in the centre of the roof. 
Her life rushes through her head. Images of hospitals and needles and drugs sp

Lost_AndFading

She whimpers in the cold. She doesn't belong here. Each part of her heart pushes her closer to the edge. But her brain keeps her feet planted firmly in the centre of the roof. Her life rushes through her head. Images of hospitals and needles and drugs sp


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