As a child, she was made of sunlight.
Unafraid of the world.
Happy,
excited by anything, talked to anyone.
As she grew, she drowned her sunlight in a darkness that had no source but her own soul.
Sometimes she wondered how it got there. But mostly she wished the world would go away and leave her to her misery.
If the world would go away, she thought she might be able to leave it.
She didn't care if the darkness won.
She was tired of fighting.
She was so tired.
And she no longer knew the warmth of the sun.
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Not me. (2023)
Short Storyso, I've been struggling for a long time now, and I never told anyone about it. I've never opened up. but I met someone who understands how I feel, and I'm beginning to feel again. I don't know how to do it, but I finally feel I can fight. I've been...
