She was dying;
But not literally.
She was a dead soul; a prisoner in a body.
Struggling to open up as much as possible.
But who would understand her?
No one understand her.
Nobody even listens to her.
And most of all,
How would she open up if no one even noticed how she felt? How she truly felt.
All she wanted to do is to kill herself.
But she couldn't;
She felt hope surge from somewhere unknown.
She couldn't because she will feel guilty. She is still alive.
For she could still feel.
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