They were told to confront her fears by doing the thing they loved most.
They were getting better. They were better.
And they listened. They always listened.
So they did.
And they flew, at first. It wasn't bad.
And of course, one way or another, they found a way to fall.
They always found a way.
Afterward, it was all they could hear.
The fall.
Falling... falling... falling...
Splat.
They fell hard.
And everyone saw.
Everyone heard.
Everyone knew.
They knew it, too.
It was there for everyone to see.
Over and over,
As many times as they would like.
Splat.
Splat.
Splat.
And the small speck of confidence that had taken years to build...
Was gone.
All the good others told them that they tried to believe.
Gone.
Everything good they tried to tell themself.
Gone.
And so they lay there, as everyone around walks past.
As they walk around them.
As they walk over them.
Back to square one.
And this time, they're not sure if they can get back up.
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NouvellesThis is just a fun shitpost of all the silly things my Friends on Instagram do, say, and act like. They are all idiots, but over the time we got to know each other, I've come to love each and every one of them and accept them as my family. now, with...
