She closed her eyes, trying to rest, but she just remembered everything she was trying to forget.
So she opened her eyes and kept herself busy.
After all, she was the girl who kept her past as her weapon and her poison.
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Tales of a Girl
Short StoryAt night, she pulls her blanket to herself, takes her pen, and remembers every bit of detail in her life. She had a lot to write about her regrets of the past, her doubts of the present, and her worries for her future. She did not want to think, but...
