Wounds to the soul didn’t just bleed; they ate at your very being. They fed on everything good, everything right, until you were hollow. Until you were a husk of the person you once were. Until you crumbled to dust and blew away in the wind. I was ready. I was past ready to leave this world on a breeze.
-Sadie Allen
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