She cries at 3 am, trying to muffle the angst so no one is awoken by her deplorable tears.
She feels pathetic and weak, staring at the ceiling in the darkness, thinking of all her peculiarities.
She realizes no one truly knows the unhappiness that rages through her restless heart.
She trusts no one after what you did, she lies through her teeth to appease their curiosities.
She knows no one cares either, everyone is off in their world while she waits, abandoned, in a crevasse between humanity's degeneracy.
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