Like an apple that has fallen from the tree,
her soul was rotting.
Rotting…Deep in the emotions of the misery,
the feelings that never seemed to be setting her free.
You could say others have had it worse than her,
but until you take a few steps in the worn out path of her misery,
with the burdens she carried, only then can you unravel her mystery.
The scars always there never to vanish,
never to be repaired.
The physical pain may have vanquished,
but the emotional pain will always lay stagnant in her mind,
The pain that she endured through her teenage
made permanent cracks in the building blocks of her foundation,
to make her suffer the bitterness that was left behind,
forever in her mind.
She heard the footsteps approaching her,
And something inside her screamed this time it really isn’t right.
The words he was saying were…
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