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Numbness At It's Finest

She lay on the very urge of tears as she prompted them to leak like little hindrances on her face.

Yet, none fell.

She was truly at a loss, but her desperation and determination soon vanished like it always had.

Numb.the feeling undescribable in it's very name
Worn out from the lack of tears She stood feeling like an empty bottle.
Used and long forgotten.

Friends turned to annoyances.
Songs held no emotional value.
Books burned dullfully as forgotten pages turned worn.

Everyday life was an unwanted burden and smiling was a chore in itself; the muscles tightening in ways that now felt foreign and uncomfortable to her.

What once was a life she loved, she despised. Turning bitter with each passing day she cursed the enthusiastic, yet secretly, she wished upon a million stars dipped in cloaks of velvety blues and hues of grey, to finally be set free.

She needn't see the reason why no one granted life's biggest desire.

Her spirit had been cursed.
It had been slit, shredded and scarred the moment her lungs heaved air.

Numb was a feeling she wouldn't forget, looming over her like a deep depression she couldn't shake off.
She reeked of the malicious stuff.

One feeling she did have however, had her running far from the border to reality.

She was scared.
Scared of why a simple flutter of happiness was incapable of her.

She was on the very urgent of Oblivion with no one holding her back.

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