End"I guess it's not all bad, " she said, fidgeting with her faded purple between two tear stained fingers. She was talking to herself again, but then, no one else would listen. "Words are funny things; inflection, intonation, even grammar can change how they are perceived. Or maybe perception..." She trailed off. The eyes in the mirror were starting to scare her, she looked away. "Maybe perception, is out of our hands." She looked at her own. Nails worn from nervous tics, decorated sporadically with for varying blues, seemed foreign to her. Settling away from the mirror, she whiEnd
NotesFeathers. That's all I could see in the darkness. The sky cried black feathers, disappearing from my sight as quickly as they'd come. Did this mean she'd lost them all? I wondered if it hurt to lose yourself all at once like she did, or if it was better to do it in pieces. My breath caught as the wind whipped my hair in my eyes, stinging with tears unshed for someone who I'd really never know. I'm sorry. Sorrow is never enough.Notes
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