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2021-11-11 15:19:39After training with Raena and Pollis, I knew I had to go back and see the girl.
I felt awful at having to call her ‘the girl’ and that I didn’t have an actual name for her. A part of me wondered if I had her name, and I was able to actually speak to her, that maybe she might respond to it. That she might wake from her strange sleep, but the rational part knew the problem ran much deeper than that.
And the continuous thought that kept looping itself through me, was that I was running very swiftly out of time. It often stopped me in my tracks while I was studying for Alana, or training with Raena and Pollis, and made me feel an extra layer of guilt on the already mountainous pile that precariously lay on my shoulders.
Taking a quick moment to myself, I stopped by my room to wash and change, hoping to rid myself of the horrid thoughts in my head. The image that had angered me the most was my own. A disturbing thought in itself.
When I fin
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