She's always in some dark mood, overshadowed by the darkness inside. Cloudy, rainy, thundering days are her salvation. Her mind is always somewhere else.. running, chasing the thoughts in her head before they escape her again. So many lies - can no longer identify Truth.. it's a Rubics cube in her head, she'll never find the right combinations. Her weakness is her strength, forcing herself to be strong for everyone else leaves her with no time to heal... Leaves her exposed, open wounds, bleeding.. the dirt seeps in and leaves her infected, weary. She's suffocating under all the expectations - all the things she was supposed to do. Stuck on the bottom without struggle - sinking, drowning under the weight of the sorrow.. she hopes to find peace. Never. No one ever knows what she's thinking, what she's feeling - she doesn't know herself sometimes. You can never know someone who won't open themselves.. she's like a moonflower. But sometimes, just sometimes, she gets tired of being alone.. so she sheds her clothes and tries to turn her soul inside out, hoping someone will come along and understand. Desperately seeking some kind of drastic change just to feel alive again, to breathe again and really feel the warm air fill her lungs... Idly drifting is killing her with every tick of the clock, and every beat of her heart. In the end she's left still waiting.. waiting on the one that's supposed to come to her to help her through....
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