“I once asked you what anxiety felt like, and you told me that most days left you riddled with bullet holes. Every… — d.a.s Copy Share Image
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“Some days, I’m still sixteen and burning bridges. I’ve seen a lot of war zones in these past few months, between the edges of… — d.a.s Copy Share Image
