prologue

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azalea's pov:

sometimes i feel too much and want to crawl up and cry, but i take a deep breath.
and i tell myself i'm okay.

i convince myself there's nothing wrong, that i'm making it up.

never showing any sign of emotion

because crying is weak

and i know, if i ever allow myself to shed a tear everything i've been holding in,everything i've balled up inside my mind, will pour out with it.

and i'm not ready to feel it all at once.

when i have no one left, and i feel as if this is it i turn towards the sky for a sign.

i wait until the sun sets,waiting patiently by the window looking up at the sky that never fails to show its vibrant colors.

i look up for a sign of hope cause surely it's hues will comfort me,accompany me in a way no one else can.

but tonight i wait and wait and hours go by only to be given cloudy skies.

and on the one night i need it the most,it has none left to give.

there is no more hope and maybe the sky just wants to say that maybe this is truly it for me.

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