I want... [ She listens to her silently, grasping the handle of the knife tightly... and then loosely. She spins the blade in her hands. ] ...to be happy.
[ Her voice is small. She feels small. She is small, against a whole world of horrors that she literally dreamed up and in which she chooses to stay. But she had chosen that because it was better than the reality of her life she had been given. ]
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[ Her voice is small. She feels small. She is small, against a whole world of horrors that she literally dreamed up and in which she chooses to stay. But she had chosen that because it was better than the reality of her life she had been given. ]