Obstacles. Fear. Pain.
She nursed her hurt with pure life.
else would suffice.
It fed on her soul.
She looked outside for the answer.
The blackness persisted.
She knew what it was.
And that was the problem.
She smiled through it, and everyone thought she was okay.
Okay is what it was not.
Hate? Takes too much effort.
She just felt plain empty.
No gray. Not even black and white.
Just the truth.
That seemed to say it all.
Eyes that still see, lungs that still breathe, thoughts that still come.
Easy enough. So now what?
Blind to the comfort, she wouldn't acknowledge it.
She knew the pain as a friend.
was her best friend.
And went home.
And went to sleep.
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