Loneliness. The sum of all the many emotions she feels. Loneliness, a stranger to her, a fresh feeling. And at the end of the day she cries from loneliness, she holds herself together as her breath is lost in heaving sobs. There is no one to comfort her, no one to hold and reassure her, no one at all that can do a damn thing in the moment she needs it. That sensation of a hole in your chest, it exists, she feels that too, startled into almost silence by the pain of it. There are no hugs or lullabies for tonight. There are only these tears, and the laughter from the ignorants in the next room. Self-hatred brings on a fresh wave of tears as she fights the internal conflict of pulling herself together, or crying herself to sleep. Rationality and logic win out in the end, and instead of succumbing to the total release of her tears, they are cut short. And they are soon forgotten amongst the mountain of tasks she busies herself with. Running, hiding, forgetting, denying, and everything returned to how it had been, and at last she was still. Lonely.
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