
“Stay strong, my warrior” Katrina typed to her girlfriend who was on the other side of the city, in her bathroom, crying. It had been a hard day, and she found herself thinking the dark thoughts again. Katrina worried, she knew that sometimes, she wasn’t so safe, so stable. She knew that sometimes she thought about hurting herself. If only she could be there, to give her loved one a hug and wipe her tears away and tell her that everything would be alright. But maybe it would not be alright.
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