I'm trying to hold it all in. Trying to keep the weariness off my face and the pain out of my eyes.
Without you my brightness is gone. I'm still holding myself together but the edges are becoming frayed and I'm losing my grip on my surroundings.
No one notices, why should they? It's such a little change. Or maybe I've just been this way for longer than I thought.
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Realisation
General FictionUp, up, up. And out, and out, and out. Out until your finger tips touch the stars. Until theres no room left for breath. The shadows and the hurting. Only stars. And it's calm. And calm and calm and calm. It's calm and you breathe and you breathe. T...
