No one can see this broken soul beyond reach of a saviour. Across plains of melted charcoal dreams her mind lingers with no entry or exit. Built fake personas slowly chipping away to few who choose to see or care. Circle slowly chalked around the child like form of herself whilst tears spill endlessly and loneliness beats the air from her soul leaving her winded in sorrow and pain helplessly, with arms comforting herself whilst foetal embraces her solemn sanctuary.
The pain cascades through her body as she tremors tears of a thousand years, tears spilt with so much agony that noone could ever feel in severity. Her mind sticks in this place unable to return to the character she had built for herself mentally, all that remains is the hollowness of her compassion and pretend self profused to those around her, for fear they'd ask questions that couldn't possibly be answered.
She make believes that it will be ok to those she loves, but knows what will come in the end. The outter part of her can never be good enough for those close to her, because they refuse to see a little deeper. Her circle remains inpenetrable but blindly to those close to her who refuse to believe they cannot reach her.
It remains the same in the end...
Loneliness
Gold trophy winner
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