Ackley Ackerman has been living in a mental hospital for years. Nothing ever changes in the hospital. That's until one day. A boy named Asher DiAngelo comes to the mental hospital. He has severe attitude problems, he smokes and is generally a very bad boy. Then why is Ackley falling for him?585Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnhDnjqo1K3
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If fear worked like it should, it shouldn't feel like an obligation. But fear gets reduced over time. And like everything else, you become numb. There you go, popping another pill. Swallowing it. Will you ever be happy? Can you ever be happy? He had heard the same words all his life. The symphony of sympathy. But it was just sympathy. Cold, tough, sympathy. He just couldn't deal with that. And while popping pills were all well and good, all good things came to and end. Eventually, at least. And just like fear, popping pill eventually made you numb. He had looked through the old polaroid photos. All of them pictured the same old things. Happiness, friendship, things that didn't matter anymore.8964 copyright protection581ＰＥＮＡＮＡbpwF0hKQmR 維尼

He sat atop the fifth floor with the buzzing life of the city beneath him. Between him and the ground, anything could happen. He looked at the police tape under him. He could barely see it. If they knew he was up here again they would kill him themselves. At least that would probably save them the police explanations and the clean up.8964 copyright protection581ＰＥＮＡＮＡKFJBwtbjMQ 維尼

"What will happen if I fall?" Ackley asked himself.8964 copyright protection581ＰＥＮＡＮＡZmlW9eMYG0 維尼

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