I have no control. She's suffering a completely lack of capacity to recognize what is real and what is not.
It's scary how fast she's been developing this almost perfect ability to hurt people around her and mess up her own life the moment she thinks everything is just fine.
She told me once about this dream about been stock in a huge dark hole, but feeling afraid and uncomfortable when out of it.
My stomach shrinks, the air is never enough when I'm around her and I think she looks more like a blue, tall, weak tree.
All I want to do is to stop listening to this stupid sad girl and go to bed with a wish of a better day.
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