Title: वैकल्पिक

Text: Alice groaned in frustration. "I was angry at the thoughts, at all the stupid thoughts that ran around my brain and wouldn't let me be happy. They constantly want a piece of me, constantly ask for a part of my soul, only there's not much of my soul left to take. I'm feeling empty, alone and afraid. I can't make sense of it all, I can't make sense of anything anymore. I have no break from them, no one to make it better. You took that away from me." प्रत्येक पराग्राफले परीक्षण हुनेछ।

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