Her eyes ran out of tears to shed, so she forced her skin to cry. Her wrists wept for her inadequacies, providing relief for when her eyes ran dry. She choked on tears and shed none. Red ran, a well that would dry forever only once. And never weep again.
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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...
