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The government sends you a timer on your 18th birthday, counting until the date of your death. I just turned 18, yet my time is running out. Fast.

the story continues.

“Ugh…” I groaned. I was laying flat on my back with no memory of how I got there...

Just a sweet little thing for a heart.

The stupid story you've all been waiting for....

Nobody realizes how small we are, in a big, big, cruel world.

Oh, midnight sun, single heart in the trees, Magical touch, unfound, as the woods stays asleep.

Curse or gift? Can this mind reading turn you into a monster? Yes, yes it can.

"Who did this? This is horrible!" "People. People did."

What a curse it is to be born a girl.

The bony hands were just too familiar.

I wish I could take back all the words I said, because I would rather be in your arms instead. I hope you find your Muse one day, but for now, I’ll pretend I’m okay.