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... hrough the trees, brushing past my skin like ghostly fingers.
I sat still, elbows resting on my knees, gaze drifting off into the empty horizon beyond the garden walls.
’I’m mentally strained... far more than I care to admit.’
Just being around people felt like walking through molasses.
Every word, every glance, every interaction—it all chipped away at something inside me.
Even when I wasn’t doing anything, their presence alone pulled the strength from my ...
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