Silent strength is the noose holding your head above water, but killing you all the same. It is the curtain in front of a dying creature, hiding the struggle, just enough for it to look okay.
And she should've be left alone. Because she had nothing to lose. She could only take others down with her, leaving a trail of scars in her wake, dragging them into her oblivion.
She was the comet, her tail going down with her, leaving a path of burning scars. She swept us up in her passion, burning her soul into our memories.
I loved her. I will always love her. But some things are more important after they're gone. Sometimes, the beauty isn't in the person, but in the ache they leave behind.
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Losing Mira
Teen FictionI loved her, and I will always love her. But I lost Mira. She was the one thing I needed. And now she is gone.
