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Nannybus on 26-02-2011 at 07:49 AM
The skeletal figure changing into her nightwear, drew a painful intake of breath from me. All the while she was clothed, in several layers, one could almost dismiss the ravages to her body. She looked childlike and fragile, and still had some sort of energy, fired up by adrenalin. The muscles, once so firm and strong, had now wasted away and drew shudders from others who witnessed a glimpse beyond the facade that 'all was well'.
Her life, from the age of 17, had been out of control.
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