why

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—As if I was reborn as a child
Who doesn't know anything
I thought it was a dream
So I closed my eyes and opened them again
I am standing in front of you as if I was praying
I want to walk side by side
With you at least once,
Just once—

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she felt the energy slip out of her hands.
her fingers, dry and numb, slipping off the edge of the strings one by one. 
her right arm and shoulder, in subconscious weakness as they try to heave the bow up and down the strings, feeling the heaviness of the autumn night.

her brain.
vague thoughts swimming around consistently. yet what those thoughts were about, no one knew. not even her.

why does it have to be me
why is this happening
why is it my fault when it's not

being responsible doesn't always end well. at some point, the people around her started to take her for granted. her efforts to keep up inspiration and will to fight; her efforts to bring peace to arguments; her efforts to work at the routine to success of others, somewhat; wasted.

and then what. what? no one cares.
why did she bother.
and yet she knew she had to do it. she had to be the one to pick up the pieces. she had to be the one to put the pieces back together.

she rest her chin on her stringed instrument, sighing, fighting back 'unnecessary' thoughts.

taking a deep gulp of fresh anxiety, she starts again. trying to squeeze the last light of life from her tired fingers, she struggles to stay on task.
11.39pm.

she's
stuck.
in a pickle.
why.

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end of part/chapter one

heeeello people. :D
1) i honestly have no idea what i'm doing hahahah.
2) the beginning of each part/chapter starts off with a nice wee bit from the song into your world (aka angel) by exo just cuz i want it thaaaaat way (i'm quoting Backstreet Boys lol)
3) please comment if you have any queries or advice for me because i suck :P

see you in the next part/chapter!!

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