"When it feels like the end of the world."
Too many times
She took the time machine back to the past.
Fluorescent lights in the air.
No turning back.
All just to feel the wounds that were planted in her.
Fresh on soft skin.
Tears swimming down her face.
Pain always ahead of the game.
Where were you?
When the weight of her whispers
Crushed against her shoulders
So hard that the sound of cracking bones
Overpowered the sound of her tears.
Too many times she was left in the dark,
Only to be found with a dry face and
Tougher skin.
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-Miss Yanxiet