It Is How She Is

She feels like her tears will come when she is being alone.

She feels so weary.

Her heart feels so tight.

She really needs someone to talk, but words won't come out from her lips.

She doesn't have that strength to speak those up.

She has papers and pen.

But she can't write. Because what she thinks is faster that what she writes.

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