Torrie Bailey

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I was dying. And I did not want to die. It seemed so obvious, but I’d never felt it before, this terror, this absolute rage at the idea—I didn’t deserve this. I didn’t ask to be here, and I shouldn’t be, and I wouldn’t let it beat me. I wouldn’t surrender to this place, to these people, to this fate.
These Fleeting Shadows
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