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March 2, 2013
Alone at her desk she sits- too afraid to reflect on the night before. At the tips of her fingers lies her cell phone.
She dare only send messages to one number.
While the one receiving the messages is physically far, they are sent to a person who is one of the closest to her heart.
What would she do if this number was ever unavailable? She does not know.
Honestly, she does not know a lot.
Her arms cross on the desk. They turn into a pillow.

All she wants is to be told she isn't a terrible person.