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{"This heavy humanness she burdened inside, 
Sent electrical shocks through her body, 
she would weep silently with a fist pressed up against her maw with her eyes evidently glistening nobody would attempt to console her and detach from the everlasting impact of the storm, thrown in her way, she got sucked in, she still couldn’t gain an upper advantage and release from, the fingers crawling onto her face, one of her own. 
Would shaft and carve away at it so the salt lake tears, wouldn’t come to be indentured into her flesh, she scathed away, at her skin, an attempt everybody who sat in aisles, abhorred. There was this daughter, in the middle of the foyer, sat with her legs shut and vowed to never cross them over. Her brim sighs were lost in thin air and ignored, the tears that streamed down her face torched the whole room yet nobody came to notice. 
She sat back and watched the orkids and dandelions, from closed-off windows, 
her fate sealed and her lips zippered shut, so she would adjourn to the silence and disregard, every nasty word thrown her way. The concealer on her face would remain her priority, to get up from the warm covers and to kaleidoscope into and adjourn into the cold that sent her body to an early morgue. 
Her skin in a mild dryness, cracks protruding, skin detaching, and fatigue of florid on her cheeks sprawled instead of glamorous freckles she would yearn to have been, sent under the table, the procedure to start and the whispers to end, from the back of her mind, she knew it would never come to an end. Some replenish while others do not. 
They vacate their stares and count to five with their fingers to indicate, her suffering from deformity; though she was far from it. As far as the highest peak of Mount Everest was from the moon, as far as the sea was distanced from the clouds, as far as the west was from the Middle East. 
The distance in between was protruding, she blinded herself from the grazes highlighting her skin and her only priority that would be as, dandelions swaying their feathers in the slightest breeze, the flowers dancing and free from the world, the pills in her hand threatening to ruin her though they numb away and hard feelings; as an addiction, the addicts she had once essentially divulged into and judged their actions; a child who didn’t know what the world had in store for her, the relinquish of pain that would send her to the edge of the pedestal, the only pain she knew of was her scraped up knees from falling off the monkey bars late at nightfall. 
When she shut her eyelids yet the light still shun in the darkness of the night sky settling down onto her, she heard a voice lean over and whisper into her ear. 
To shut off the sockets in your head, to click and switch off the power supply and plug in your earplugs to deteriorate yourself, to plumage into the shallowness of the world and disregard everything. 
The sun never asked when to set, and the moon never asked when to come out of its hiding spot. 
We click off the switch and the daughter takes the advice as, another piece of her, she trudged and marked her path to the nearest CVS on Towson Boulevard and ordered a prescription immediately without a doubt given to her at first glance. The world detected how broken she was until she popped the pills inside of her mouth and let the serenity surround her body in the artistic dissolution of not having hard feelings, not filling the jar, not listening to the judgment and voices plunged into your ear, we are the children whom flick the switch off and ignore, the pain that relinquishes and transpires into multitudes of serotonin, cortisol, and dopamine in every disparity that comes at us, As a punch to knock us out of reality and expose us to, the brightness of the afterworld. 
We are the children, who let the pills kill us slowly and grotesquely- 
Instead of the humans."
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