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She lay on the psychiatrist’s couch and he told her to relax and think of a special place. Jenny was finding it very difficult in concentrating and thinking of a special place. The psychiatrist then intervened in order to help her and said ‘If we want to remember what something was really like Jenny, it helps if we use our five senses’. She began to think about her holiday las...
Meet, Ava. Shes a mixed up, 25 year old girl.. who lives in a world of confusion and disappointment. She hasn't yet discovered her place in life. She needs something, or someone, but she seems to think that thats not possible for her. She has been locked up in a mental institution for 8 years. Read her story to experience her troubled world. --------------------------------------------------------...
Me puse a ver este atardecer cuyo color escarlata llenaba la aurora, un ardiente sol iluminaba los vestigios y ruinas de nuestras ya muertas culturas humanas, oh como anhelo haber visto como incoaron nuestras propias a materializarse, y estas condensarse para crear lo que imaginamos y deseamos. Respiré este aire, terrenal, con un olor a ceniza fría. Me llamo Fides, tal vez yo sea el ...
Me puse a ver este atardecer cuyo color escarlata llenaba la aurora, un ardiente sol iluminaba los vestigios y ruinas de nuestras ya muertas culturas humanas, oh como anhelo haber visto como incoaron nuestras propias a materializarse, y estas condensarse para crear lo que imaginamos y deseamos. Respiré este aire, terrenal, con un olor a ceniza fría. Me llamo Fides, tal vez yo sea el ...
Me puse a ver este atardecer cuyo color escarlata llenaba la aurora, un ardiente sol iluminaba los vestigios y ruinas de nuestras ya muertas culturas humanas, oh como anhelo haber visto como incoaron nuestras propias a materializarse, y estas condensarse para crear lo que imaginamos y deseamos. Respiré este aire, terrenal, con un olor a ceniza fría. Me llamo Fides, tal vez yo sea el ...
Me puse a ver este atardecer cuyo color escarlata llenaba la aurora, un ardiente sol iluminaba los vestigios y ruinas de nuestras ya muertas culturas humanas, oh como anhelo haber visto como incoaron nuestras propias a materializarse, y estas condensarse para crear lo que imaginamos y deseamos. Respiré este aire, terrenal, con un olor a ceniza fría. Me llamo Fides, tal vez yo sea el ...
Me puse a ver este atardecer cuyo color escarlata llenaba la aurora, un ardiente sol iluminaba los vestigios y ruinas de nuestras ya muertas culturas humanas, oh como anhelo haber visto como incoaron nuestras propias a materializarse, y estas condensarse para crear lo que imaginamos y deseamos. Respiré este aire, terrenal, con un olor a ceniza fría. Me llamo Fides, tal vez yo sea el ...
It alone the memories of the hazy past were hurtful enough to bring me to my knees, imagine just what it was to come back to a reality with her. She didnt see pain, she fed on you; and she liked it. she said things that made your back tingle, and your skin would creep in goosebumps by the mere her prescence only. Being beautiful was unbelievable, being beautiful her trade. Her sin? Not having done...