Desperation

Desperation

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Just breath they tell her...Just don't be sad they say...Just don't think about it... How is someone who doesn't understand have the right to tell you what to do? What you can and can't do? How is that possible? Just be happy they muse...Just be perfect they repeat...Just try harder... Why don't people understand that its not that easy? You have to make people happy though even if its not what makes you happy. A young girl who just needs help. Not help from a therapist. No she needs greater help than any doctor can give. She puts on a smile so she can't disappoint. She fakes it so she can make it. She just got to keep reminding herself "Two more years". Will they be the end of her? Or will she break herself? A young boy who doesn't understand. Blunt and forces things. Sweet but rude. He fights himself everyday but no one knows. Perfect in so many imperfect ways. Conflicted about who he is and what his life has come to. Is this really him? Will himself be the end of him? Or will they break him?
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