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Post by Stickee on Nov 6, 2010 13:13:16 GMT -5
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swimming through sick l u l l a b i e s
Seven stumbled across the mountain, her footprints pressing through the depleted amount of snow and making grass visible under her worn pads. Her throat was dry, and she her tongue felt void of moisture, but she didn't care. Nothing mattered to her at that moment. Her life was in pieces, like a thousand shards of glass. There were too many for it to be possible to put it back together, but some of it was salvageable. That would be her new life, broken glass.
She did still have a life, and wanted to keep it that way. She would not suicide, Seven knew she could keep going, but it would take her time to recover. Maybe she could spend some time searching for those shards of glass, piecing more of her life together, putting together a full picture, void of only a few puzzle pieces. A cliff stood a few paces in front of her, and she knew, without looking, that what lay below would not improve her mood. Nothing could improve her mood at that moment, anyway, besides time.
She gazed into the distance, her eyes scanning the distant peaks and valleys from afar. A gust of wind blew across the landscape and Seven closed her eyes, embracing the current of cold air. This was time? No, but it was improving her mood. How odd, she thought. She didn't think often, but now she had to face her mind and all the memories packed inside, and think the thoughts she had tried to ignore.
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