This is a split point of view thing. Red is one and blue the other.
Am I sleeping or am I awake? I am no longer aware of those around me. I sleep, yet I am capable of movement. Maybe it is the wind that allows me to move. Maybe the wind moves me, like a piece of trash on a windy day. Trash... that sounds right. Trash has a tendency to go unnoticed. Even if someone sees it, they ignore it.
I watch her cry. She cries a lot now. She cries when she is alone, hiding in her room. These tears aren't new. They are from old scars that never healed.
Why are things the way that they are? TELL ME!!! WHY?!?!
Poor child. She is lost in her own pain; pain she has brought upon herself. She is fading. She is losing her weak grip on sanity and her identity. Soon she shall be no more and the world se knows will fade before her very eyes.
HELP ME!!! Why won't anyone help? I've told them everything I know and they still won't help. I am afraid. I don't want to be alone.
Dear child. You are not alone. I am here with you. I won't leave you, not now, not ever. I shall stay with you. You feel alone because you made some bad choices. You brought the pain upon yourself. Now you will have to deal with the consequences.
I can't take any more of this. I just want it to go away; I want it to end.
Do not give up, child. There are many things that still await you. If you disappear, so will I. We will cease to exist. You must hang on.
It is time to let go. It is time to give in. There is a time for everything and my time is now.
Goodbye dear child. You future shall be different from here on out. Nothing will be the same as it was. Use this last chance wisely.
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