It's right when the evening comes that her demons wake up. They start crawling on her skin, staring at her face, laughing and watching her while she becomes self-conscious, starts hating herself, shivering, crying, screaming, pulling her hair, punching the wall till her knuckles get all red. It's a never ending war inside her brain. It's so intense that the only way out seems to be leaving this world for good. A knife. Some pills. The balcony. So many ways.
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