A mute kind of darkness had settled innumbing her until she felt nothing at all.
No warmth. No glow.
Not even the comfort of tears.
She was buried beneath her own wreckage.
A sorrow too still, too deep, slowly hollowed her out, long after life had taken her color.
Her voice.
Her name.
There might've been a better way to livebut she never learned how.
This isn't where her story began, but it is where it ends
in a journal she never meant for anyone to read.
Quietly.
Slowly.
Until she was no longer easy to find.
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