She keeps clawing at the surface. Doesn't she realize this isnt her life anymore, its mine. Why wont she give up? No one even notices that she is gone. I almost feel bad for her. Almost.
I nearly smiled yesterday. I was talking to my..her...no he is my boyfriend now. It's surreal being loved with no limits like this. The touches light me on fire, he drives out the cold. I wonder what will happen if he ever finds out that his love is gone and i am an imposter. Wait no im not an imposter, this is my body now. I can do what I want with it. Right?
Of course I can, why am I even doubting myself. Its because of her screaming. Constant screaming. Why wont she stop. Everytime I get close to that little girl or her lost lover, she opens her eyes and starts fighting again. She is tougher than I realized. Too bad she is washed up. They love me better than her. Dont they?
This world is making me soft. I can feel wetness on my face. Am I really crying for her? If this is so then she will soon overpower me and I will once again be thrown and devpured by the darkness I created. I can not let this happen. I will fight it. I will get stronger.
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Short Storythis is a story about a girl, a girl who was lost, is still lost but refuses to give up, she keeps fighting.
