True's p.o.v
Her sickness, constant fainting
spells, she couldn't
make it stop or go away.
Dark gray skies not blue
skies hung high above
her.

True's p.o.v
Her sickness, constant fainting
spells, she couldn't
make it stop or go away.
Dark gray skies not blue
skies hung high above
her.
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