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Each new face, each saving grace, a little too late. Luck, or fate? Heart stopped, smile dropped, just another day. She lived in gray. Sweet rain, same refrain, so words would stay, burned, deep in her brain. Know their pain. Couldn't take their places. That thought always paces, through her brain. Same refrain. Fill her veins, with fireflies. With white lies. With empty eyes. With broken nights, couldn't stand the light, couldn't escape the sights. They'll never go. By now you should know. Isn't it time to just... Grow up? Is this really it? Just quit. Just... Exit? What the hell is that? Is that all you can do? Nothing more? Nevermore? Fallen dreams, like evergreens. Wintering in the snow. The whiteness that grows, behind her quiet lies. Within her empty dies, just drowning away. At the sights before her eyes. A newborn face, a newborn smile, bright-eyed, naive to the world. A different face, a diferrent place.. A mask. A task. For her to bear.. bare.. Neverwhere. Like that girl in blue, who fell from view. Chasing that white light, that curious sight. A different sort of feeling.. right? So she walked. Talked. Formed sounds to words, meanings often confusing to convey, to a girl who came from only gray. But she tried anyways.. she cried anyways. She died, anyways. But it meant something.. she thought, or sought.. but did she really believe that? She grieved, she breathed, she did all she could.. all that anyone would, in a way that was.. relieving? The end, that is.. each one is, each moment is.. even the quiet ones, desperately alone.. even if you never find any sort of reason, right.. ? aeza | |