living a lie.

she sits alone in front of the pc, intently typing yet not knowing what she was doing. she had so much in her mind, so much to run from.

the people around her seem oblivious to what she feels. as usual, she excels at hiding her emotions.

she wants to talk; she wants to find relief, she wants help and understanding. she wants it all - but she knows none of it is possible. she is the only one who can help herself.

she sits and stares and what she typed. nonsensical words. she tries waking herself up. up from the madness she's feeling. she slaps her face lightly; she splashes water on it. she tries every means to get herself away from all she's feeling.

in what feels like centuries later, she is still trying.

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