She stood tall. She stood up to the world and said, "Take your best shot. Try to take me down. But I will not fall. I will stand."
Though sometimes in her life, she did not stand with the tallest, she did not stand with the smartest, and she did not stand with the purest of heart. But she never stopped standing. She never let the world know how it killed her. Each and every day, each and every breath, slowly draining the life from her bones. She would never show that to the world. Never would it see behind her curtain. For if people truly knew how much even the smallest smile pained her, never would they see her in the same way.
So she just stood. Forever. For how could she not?
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Short StoryListen, you may hear the soft sounds of shadows. Just listen and hear what they have to say. Hark.
