Saturday, April 2, 2011


Closing her eyes, she stepped out into the light. Exposed and alone, her only friend gone. A head full of mischief, a body so tired. Finding a path was her only idea of what was right. Trees in the forest hide her sorrows, the alcohol fuels her wasted life. And maybe life will ease up just once. Maybe for once she will smile at true happiness. Or maybe life will simply eat her allive. Sometimes there is comfort in knowing what we hide from is just as scared of us.

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