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She was going to thrive

Nope. Not going to happen. No way. No how. No ifs or buts. No tantrums. No lies. No giving in. No budging. No crocodile tears. No time. No. Nope. No. She would keep repeating herself until she finally listened to herself. No more. She was no punching bag. […]

She was going to burn

Fire. Hot. Blazing. Her mind was racing and in overdrive about to burst into open flames. She couldn’t focus. She tried to distract herself but nothing readily worked. She took to pulling at her scabs. She took to biting her nails and arms. She walked and talked quickly. […]