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These words trapped behind her fingers.
The scream that is trapped half way through her throat, it won’t let her breathe and she could never bring herself to let it out.
There is a prison that lives inside her and it carries all her pain.
Long lanes of solitary cells that hold back each demon that ever lived inside her, monsters that people created and left behind. Every step she takes crushes the earth beneath her as the weight of the world moves with her feet. Her eyes are drenched with tears of all the people who revealed their ugliness to her and her soul carried nothing more than goodbyes and apologies. She looked like death if it could ever be alive, and she sounded like she was speaking her last words every single day; hushed and careful. You would know her if you see her for she holds on to nothing; always ready to let go.