She sits in the shadow curled in a ball.
Her arms cover her eyes, because even the tiniest bit of light hurts.
Yet she can't help but glance in that direction.
How she longs to be a part of that world.
But her fate is sealed, and the darkness is the only place she can exist.
She would shiver from the cold, there in her world,
But she is so empty, there isn't even enough of her left to feel the cold.
Yet she knows it is there, like she knows the sadness is there.
Just out of reach.
Everything...is just out of reach.
She pulls her feet in closer to her body.
Her world is shrinking.
Soon it will be so small she will disappear,
This would almost bring her joy,
But she knows that even if she were to disappear,
Her emptiness would still exist.
For it has a life of it's own.
The people around her carry on not even noticing her.
They keep seeing that other person;
The one she pretends to be.
Her puppet.
Though soon even her puppet will no longer be.
The emptiness grows.
And as it grows it devours life,
and love,
and hope,
it devours her.
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