No Plagiarism!AZHfdwRC245ZfdqLTAUZposted on PＥNAＮＡ Lying on the big white bed,  looking up to the big white ceiling,  her life felt,  almost, sterile. She could no longer tell how she got here,  or how she  could leave. It was as if the pain had never existed, but it had to be there,  it had to have happened,  or she wouldn't be feeling so,  dead. 

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