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She was trapped underneath the sky.
For a single moment, she thought that perhaps she could reach out and tell him that she loved him.
And then the next thing she knew, she was running and there was amazing pain. When she woke up from her dreams of the utter darkness, she could no longer speak.
Can't scream,
Can't hear,
Disappear.
Falling, falling,
The darkness welcomes.
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She fakes a reassuring smile at her family and friends, the day seeming interminable. However, when night comes, she is finally alone with her thoughts…
The dark has been calling out to her, and she doesn't know what to do.
She listens to the night,
Watches the shadows writhe and dance,
There must be balance.
Light and Dark…
Is the dark necessarily evil?
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He is there, by her side, trying to make her smile. She feels desperate, tries to tell him that one thing she had to tell him with words…
She opens her mouth, but no sound comes out.
She flaps her wings,
Tries to reach the never-ending sky,
Crushed by its weight,
She falls, falls…
The bird no longer sings.
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She's tired of simply sitting there, wishing the doctors would let her go out already. She suspects they know that her mind is deteriorating, however slowly it may be. She knows it all too well herself.
Her mind was supplying her things that should not have been, but she was far too tired to argue with herself that it was all a lie.
Every night, every day
She lives on and on, on and on…
Continuously walking,
Tries to find the end to her journey,
She watches the dance on the moon of the fae.
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Phsyically, she was absolutely fine, with the exception of the whole unable-to-speak thing. Yet mentally, her mind was going into chaos, falling down and down.
Unable to hear herself, yet able to hear everyone else… It was driving her crazy.
Not a word, not a sound,
The spider crawls up the web.
Lies, scattered on droplets of rain,
Pitter patter, pitter patter,
Can she still say she is sane?
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Not truly suicidal, she began to wonder about death.
She wasn't thinking about her death. She was thinking about death and life in general. Life, a dream, death, the end to the dream. Slowly, the insanity spread.
Her true smile was long gone.
Beauty in death,
The sun setting upon an ending,
Asleep to a dream she could not wake up from,
Ripples of water spread across the lake,
A smile lost to the winds.
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What would she do if she could talk? Scream? Cry? Mutter to herself, just because she knew she was going insane and wanted to act the part of it? No matter how much she wanted to tell them what she was thinking, she couldn't speak, and it simply wouldn't be the same if she wrote it down or something.
Where was that light those people in the movies were always talking about?
Not a whisper, not a scream,
The owl hoots to the night.
Truths, upon her lips,
A sound she could not utter.
She hasn't found the light.
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She rested her head, listening to the sound of a doctor pitying her bad fortune. They all acted as if since she couldn't speak, she couldn't hear either. In a moment of clarity, she realized what she was. She was simply a burden that no one needed.
She couldn't stand the pity everyone was showering upon her. She jumped out the window, vaguely realizing how lucky she was that her room was on the first floor, else she probably would've died. And then she ran blindly before the familiar pain and darkness overwhelmed her world again.
She is still,
Knows the sky is far out of her reach.
No longer crushed by the sky,
But another weight hangs over her head.
The bird can no longer fly.
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She could hear their pity practically dripping from their words, but at least she couldn't see those insincere faces, knowing that all of them were happy to know that now she couldn't cause anymore trouble since she could no longer move.
And the darkness was back for good now, but something else came back with it.
She closes her eyes to the sun,
The lights hungering to be seen.
The scale is tipped.
The world is not made of white and black,
There is everything in-between.
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A voice. The voice, the one she hadn't heard since the first accident, the one that drove her crazy with love, the one she missed so much, telling her that she could start over. That he would be there for her.
He, perhaps, did not know it. But those words meant more to her than he could ever know.
Scream,
Hear them as well.
Reach to reality,
A hand to grab before you fell,
Bu the light is so blinding.
She sleeps upon dreams,
A bird that was never truly a bird,
For she could not fly.