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The clouds float about beautifully. But her mind opaque. Quietly she spoke. Her whispers being carried in the harsh wind.
Frowning she was disappointed with herself.
There the girl sat in the car perplexed in thought.
Once again, in months she became soft-spoken. She dazed out, the ice cream in the crunchy cone drip.
The cone soon became soggy as the ice cream dripped down her forearm and wrist.
She may have will be in subspace. As chills crept up her spine and have sudden couldn't breathe. There she sat in
solitary.
She floated with the clouds.
And yes you guessed it. She surely panicked. Through ringing ears, she could hear her mother silky voice talking in the background.
Nothing can really explain why she felt this way. Even while panicking ahhh she believes that she is too calm.
She doesn't quite react like normal. But she can feel her stomach churn and loss of appetite. Her neck aches as her than her head pounds.
she's pseudo..
But maybe she's bored?
it's not like last year??
right?
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The Broken Truth
Randombro·ken ˈbrōkən/ verb past participle of break. adjective 1. Having given up all hope; despairing. "He died a broken man." Synonyms: smashed, shattered, fragmented, crushed, etc. {NOT EDITED} [COVER BY @ NFictionism] " I don't care anymore. Nothi...
