Her best friend was nestled deep in her gut.
It made her feel empty inside.
It seemed it scrap every ounce or any happy moment out of her conscious and her being.
It hooked chains on her feet.
Laughed at her.
But it was always there.
Which meant it was her best friend right?
Loneliness was her best friend.
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The Wind Took Her
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