. waiting for the light . dressed in her best better-off dead outfit she resides in the shadows for the sun never shines for her even in the blackness the unnoticed signs were always there until she grew weary tired of the dark longing for enlightenment she sits there quietly patiently waiting for the light […]

via waiting for the light (Teenage Suicide) — The Lonely Author

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