A terrible place to be. More terrible than anything to see. For in this place one may think they see but all is a lie of uncertainty. The mists swirl and thicken creating numerous illusions.
No way to find any bearings, and often losing sight of oneself. The ever spiraling swirl of what ifs corrodes the very sole of all misfortunates lost within. The only escape from madness is to keep hope. Hope that someday the wanderer finds a guiding thread or ray of salvation. Anything that can cut through the mist and lead to a place, ever so slightly more hospital than that of the mists.
Though for now there is only confusion and heart break. Goodbyes have been said to the outside world, but the masked smile remains a companion. Happy birthday, and may the young lady escape the mists.
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A Battle-Beaten Heart
Fiksi RemajaThe inner turmoil of a young lady as she moves through her tricky life.
