Sounds
Tapping, creaking, sniffling, breathing, sighing, all sounds you will notice when you are being. Sounds that are annoying to others but are soothing to you, soothing because its an example of what it is like to actually be living. The things I would do just for the slight chance of not just being but living. Happiness is not a choice, it is an emotion; an emotion that not everyone can feel. Not everyone gets the joy of life. The feelings that no longer flood her heart. No longer does the smile a true smile, laugh a true laugh; its all just an allusion. An allusion that will fool you to believe she is okay, but in all reality she isn't okay, she is gone.
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