Life Runs By it's Own Accord.

Taking a good, long, hard look at myself.
Even my gaze makes the perfections,
imperfect.
Like it's grazing my entirety.
Entirely,
unforgiving.

There are so many things,
I wish I could just forgive and forget.
That I just forgive and forget about everything.
Even my...

One day, I'd like to look up at the sky...

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and be stronger.

But I know I can't fight.
I'm not a fighter.
I'm a person who looks away when crimes are committed.
I'm a person who walks away when asked a question.
I'm a person who turns away from blame and doubt.
I'm a runner.
Who doesn't fight at all.
Who doesn't have a purpose at all.

Stopping.

Opening her eyes, it wasn't the first time she woke up to darkness. Slowly, she sat up, peering into the darkness. Not quite sure if it was the right time to be getting up or not. Deciding between getting up or going back to sleep, she closed her eyes as she listened to her slow and faint heart beat.

Thump thump thump.

She was still alive. She was awake. Quickly burying the crass feelings, she stood up, ignoring her reflection in the mirror as she passed it. Even though she ignored it, she knew it was always there. Haunting her, laughing at her, forcing her to hurl up the ugliness she wish didn't exist in her skin.

Looking up into the mirror, her skin began to itch and the same, tiring, boiling feeling of hatred seeped into her blood. Finally looking away, she heard footsteps and talking outside the door. Immediately, she found herself cleaning up, hiding the evidence of her fouled mentality. Running back into the darkness.

Opening her eyes, she heard the sounds of children speaking and the beams of sunlight filling her room. Sitting up, she closed her eyes and rested a hand flat on her chest. She listened carefully.

Once again, nothing.

She heard nothing.

She wasn't sure if she was alive. She knew she was awake.