madi mauldin

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Depression hadn’t slowly crept up on me like a wound left untreated. It hadn’t festered. The haze had hit me like a bullet. Numbness had ensconced my existence in a layer of impenetrable ice. It had never left.
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Psycho Devils (Cruel Shifterverse, #5)
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