I wish I could write a beautiful story. My beautiful story would be about a girl who was entirely too innocent. She could see the consequences of her actions before they were made. But she could not stop herself. Some nights she would lie in bed and hop back and forth in time. She would revisit her moments of decision and then she would leap ahead and she would see the conclusion of her life.
It would all become too much some nights. She would just remain still and cry.
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