White Crayon
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"If you ever feel down, or you feel like your worthless, just remember the white crayon. No one can use one. No one needs one."
One second children are laughing and the next someone got hurt. It could be someone else's fault, or purely coincidental. Everyone deals with guilt differently. Some play the victim, using it to play the main character in a story that was never written for them. Some surround themselves with things and people that can turn their mind off for awhile. Others might feel guilty when they weren't even there. They feel like they need to go through something similar or worse to validate their suffering.
Others grin and bear it, maybe because they don't have time, or they don't want the time.
The day everything came barreling down, Rune Winston was a White Crayon.
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