diadem

vii. and

and maybe she won't find her way after she's lost it.

and maybe she will.

and who's to say she will or won't?

and she doesn't know what to do without someone to show her where to go.

and she doesn't know what to do without someone to tell her what she has done wrong.

and she can't.

and she won't.

and people talk about her.

and people say things.

and maybe it's a good thing that she does not hear them say the things they do.

and she thinks to herself that maybe, just maybe...it'll be over soon.

and she tells herself this to keep her through another day.

and she tells herself to keep herself sane.

and she has no choice, she has to keep sane, because when you have been doing the same thing for years, faking a smile?

...

and she continues to inhale.

and she continues to exhale.

and she continues to exist.

and she continues to question.

and, and, and.

and she's tired of the never-ending ands that make up her life.

and she doesn't want the ands there anymore.

and she doesn't want them because they extend the sentence on, longer.

and she doesn't want them because she doesn't want an extension.

and, and, and.

and--

no.

she's ready for a punctuation mark.

a full stop.

an end.

..and yet, it is not her time.

reader, is it yours?

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hi

I don't friggin' know anymore

like I'm running low on the inspiration can you tell

shoo be doo wop bop bop bop shee doo wop

I should be doing my Geometry homework but nah son

I want to write more red light, green light :/

cool so idk what this was but it was something and it beats plotting triangles on a coordinate plane so I'll take it

alright peace out Girl Scout :*