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one day, she woke up restless. her heart searched for love and belongingness
but she felt empty. so she used her brain instead. she thought of ways to make the emptiness disappear but get lost in her thoughts instead. she used her hands, but she was too weak to even move and reach out to the ones she love. she got tired, stopped moving and then used her eyes. she was hoping to see something or someone to come along and ask how she was doing but her ears meddled. she shut her eyes close and heard footsteps getting farther away until all she could hear was silence.
they all left.
they never saw the emptiness in her eyes.
they never heard her silent pleas.
they never told the words she needed to hear.
they never cared.
they all left, making her feel insignificant.
so she whispered to herself, "no one can ever mend this broken soul"

but her tears spoke and said,
"let me go"

then she cried. she then realized that she didn't have to have someone to help her. she only needed silence and a good cry.