She's tired of life. She’s tired to the point she could just sleep where she stands. She does not care for the days or nights for days have left her burnt and nights have left her in shivers. She just wants to close her eyes and create her own darkness; her own night that will be warmer.
She has been suffocating for ages and now as she takes her first breath after a long time, she feels it is nothing different from the suffocation she had been a part of. She is disappointed but not unhappy for she knows that she is the source of her own disappointment and no one else. She knows she is the master of her sufferings.
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