MARCH 3, 2018
The next day was Hell.
Her bones ached.
Her eyes were heavy.
Her stomach twisted.
She couldn't figure out why. Perhaps it was just an off day, maybe that was because it was Monday.
Or maybe it was because she was both tired mentally and physically. Her thoughts drained her soul. She grinded her teeth together when her alarm clock went off obnoxiously.
She was tired--God, she's been tired so long. She just wanted to sleep forever.
But she couldn't.
She knew one thing for sure; life is a dream and deaths wake you up.
And she was counting down, waiting to wake up.
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HOW TO TOUCH A ROSE
Historia CortaSTEP ONE; approach with caution. STEP TWO; reach out slowly STEP THREE; Say its okay STEP FOUR; Pick rose up STEP FIVE; display rose and watch rose wither away ___ She was broken. Could she be broken anymore?
