She is smiling, yet her eyes tell another story. She is shiny as stars, but she is cold as winter night.
I ask her what is her problem. She tells me she is fine. I know she is not okay so I insist her to trust me.
With pain and tears, she opens up her heart. She says she hates everything — the world and herself.
I ask, “why?”
She says the world is hell she cannot bear to see, to feel, and have. She is suffering from constant pain she does not know why.
She is depressed.
Every night she is killed with her own thoughts. With all of the sparkling eyes she has, I cannot believe.
The aurora borealis I adore is a storm in disguise. She is the blackhole of her own universe. She is a storm walking under the sunny day.
#she
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