It takes a lot of time to mend a heart that’s broken down into different pieces that holds different emotions.
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-October 05: Monday-
The bright sun outside her window doesn’t even match the gloominess inside her room. Currently sitting on her bed with her hand gently wiping her hair with her white towel, her eyes were fixed on her tiled floor.
I don’t have the strength to go to school today. With a sigh, she remained fixated on the ground as her hand slowly move to wipe her hair, the bath she just had made her feel nothing but coldness, her body not even has the will to move too much.
“I don’t want to see them.” She muttered to herself, lost in her own thoughts while she did nothing but to repeatedly wipe her for 20 minutes straight. “I don’t want to see any of them.” I’m not ok
