She looks around as she wanders, a shell of the girl she once was, the husk of someone that once wanted to live.
Who is she to keep going?
She has every right to leave.
The light she once followed through the darkness, now dim and burning out with each step she takes.
There are moments where the light shines brighter, the world feels warmer, her steps feel lighter...then it's stripped away in an instance and she's back to the ghost of her former self.
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From Where My Heart Aches
PoetryPoems, that's basically it. I love poetry more than I tend to admit, and it's always had a special place in my heart. I write random things, but requests are open if you'd like me to try to put a feeling into words or a story you want told. Some rhy...
