She felt a perpetual sadness.
The kind that constantly eats
up at the emptiness inside of her.
She wandered each day, going through the motions, but the
life in her no longer existed.
The joy of the morning was her greatest pain, translating to
another day she was forced to endure and conjure ways to cope with her bleak
existence.
Life hasn’t been kind.
And her personal hell pushed her
deeper and deeper into darkness.
She remembers her happiness. But happiness doesn’t live
here.
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