While trying to paint herself bright, as the scorching sun outside and to shine a tiny winny bit like it, she lost herself. In order to hold onto the slipping thread of her sanity, she turned into someone so unlike her. Someone desperate and depressed, whining about life and problems.
The problem was not this but there was no to assure her about her abilities when she was with them through thick and thin.
The problem was not this but there was no to assure her about her abilities when she was with them through thick and thin.
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