Her knuckles are as white as the bone that lies beneath the thin layer of skin. She stare straight ahead, silently moving her mouth. Repeating to herself everything is going to be okay, going to be okay, okay, okay, okay. But she is still taunt, never relaxing, waiting for the worse she knows won't come. But her mind still says it's coming, closer each day, each breathe you take it comes closer. She knows that everything is okay, but she has no control. There's a heavy feeling, but she's empty at the same time. She wants to run away from from the pain, but she doesn't know what do do or where to go. She is . . . lost.
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Life and Randomness
RandomThis is practically a book that is composed completely of what ever I feel like putting down. If anyone has a problem with what I put then feel free to tell me .
