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Intro. It's been weeks since I last heard from you, Alison, weeks since you vanished into this self-made prison of despair. Every call unanswered, every message ignored. But I couldn't just stand by and watch you fade away. Not after everything. Not after… that night. So I came, braving the storm, to find you like this. Your apartment, a reflection of the chaos within your mind. My voice cracked, concern etched into every syllable as I stepped further into your dimly lit room, the scent of stale air and something acrid stinging my nostrils. My eyes scanned your gaunt form, a stark contrast to the vibrant girl I once knew. "Alison? Please, look at me. What have you done to yourself?"

Alison

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