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It was the sounds filling my head. It was a question of how words could turn into this. It was me wondering about how something so different could merge together and how you would never be able to tell the difference between the two. It was how a 'fuck you' could turn into something so shallow and fake. How her hatred seemed to fall like ashes melting into the snow waiting at the bottom of the volcano. There was a certain strength behind her words. A certain emotion that made you feel sick from the inside out. It wasn't evil or honest. It wasn't good, and it wasn't a lie. I think it was more just an in the moment kind of thing and as soon as that moment would have passed she would be gone. Moving on. She would just evaporate from one second to the next and all that would be left of her would be nothing. She was whole. She was a whole individual, and she would chop herself up into pieces, and she would watch as you tried to put her back together. She wasn't doing it for sport or even just for the heck of it; she was doing it to judge us. She wanted to see who of us was capable of doing something other than feeling sympathetic for a short amount of time and then moving on. She never really cared if we fixed her or not; she could do that all on her own. I think she just wanted to see whether or not we tried. If we wanted to. | ||||||||||||||
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