Abby's p.o.v
Jaded faded glory, a quiet breakdown. Dreaded sad swansong, ever-growing unrest, never ending hazy daze. A certain degree of inner strength, my shakable faith. A quiet breakdown, gallons of unshed tears, internal eternal peace. Cherishing what used to exist, an unimaginable burdensome weight. Leftover food; lingering doubt, guilt, and anxiety. One tall well-built barricade, a wall of shame. These insecurities of mine, ninety shades of pink and blue. These unclear confusing map directions and decoded messages, Eden's lost hidden treasures, random laugh out loud moments.
