fast forward this frame ♡

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zoom in.

a new frame—


she sits

on her bed

too tired to sleep

too sad to cry

she stands

on her floor

and sits again

back on the bed


will she ever open her bedroom door?

will she ever clean off her bed?


zoom out.

the next frame—

bright blue seas

and lush green grass

the world cries


is she still sitting?


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date written: november 23, 2023 


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