http://slow.writerscafe.org/Krystyl The original writings of author Krisen Lison en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775997063 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 The angel visited her while she slept, and her life would never be the same. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Krystyl/1193099/ "Depression is like drowning, but you can see everyone around you still breathing." http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Krystyl/1187307/ She needed something else, this treatment wasn't good enough. If only she could make the doctors listen. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Krystyl/1187253/ It was a simple order, walk to the end of the tunnel. 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