as it falls..
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Tuesday, May 22, 2007
She’s tired, keeping her smile on her face, with her eyes no longer lit with happiness, she keeps that pretense for days. She tried to cry, but those tears were dry. She tried to laugh, but all she felt was bitterness. She tried to remember the last time she was happy. It would be a lie to say she cannot remember. She remembers, but those were the past.
As her life crumbles, her fear of losing amplifies. She never possessed the intelligence to realize the more you lose, the lesser your fear.
She feels like sleeping, retreating into the dream world, where she didn’t have to look at the awkwardness of the situation. Her haughtiness and stubbornness have already crumbled into the silence.