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Sick; a short beginning
Topic Started: Dec 15 2008, 09:13 PM (94 Views)
Anomy
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She was living in the sense that her pulse continued. But she merely existed. A ghost in the guise of a human being and nothing more. She had been recovering from a mental breakdown. Then her heart was broken. There were times where she was the only one in the world. There were times when she felt okay. She could smile but it rarely reached her heart. It hadn't touched her soul in months. Every moment that she was alone, depression consumed her; her self-esteem was shot and she couldn't support a positive attitude.
What tore her up like that?
The only thing that proved she lived was each breath she forced through her body. Those, however, were becoming frequently high-paced and shallow with panic attacks or tearful meltdowns. Ever breath felt numbered, like a countdown. She'd breathe in and exhale... one hundred and forty five... breathe in and exhale... one hundred and forty four. They were numbered. They were sick.
She would breathe in and exhale... three... breathe in and exhale... two... breathe in and exhale...
She looked okay at first glance, but she was sick.

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Something I wrote in mid-October. Kinda of sad, but I feel attached to this. Feedback and suggestions as to were I could go with this openly welcomed.
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I bet you feel attached to it, seeing as when you wrote it. =\

It's times like these when I wish I could give you a real glomp.
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meet me... current day.... minus the break up.
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