"There is a limit for everything. An extent, a breaking point.
The water flows out when the pitcher is filled and you keep on adding more to it.
Everyone keep on filling her eyes over and over again not letting them to dry. How can you expect that her tears won't flow?
The glass breaks when it has been hit by harsh stones so many times.
Everyone keep on hitting her heart with lies, betrayel and harsh realities. How can you expect that her innocent heart won't break?
The flower dies and its petals fall when it doesn't receive sun rays, when it is ignored.
Everyone keep on pushing her towards darkness, where there is no light and comfort just scary monsters. How can you expect that her brittle limbs won't fall, her left alone soul won't die?
That limit she has reached.
Alone, withered, lifeless, full of distress and pain she breaks and nobody notice."
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