So it happened once again when she looked out of her tainted window to find yet another person holding a shot gun to her face. She turned to the right, turned to the left and every where she turned daggers pointed straight in her eye. She tried to muffle enough air in her mouth and held it for as long as she could and then let out the mouthful in one go. When her patience died. She closed her eyes said a prayer. She mumbled a few lines, for all those who cared, and the with closed eyes walked straight on. Images of smiling faces and sounds of laughter filled her ears and just as she expected the jagged edge of the dagger to run right through her, she survived. Through the corner of her eye, she saw you clearing out one dagger after the other and paving her path. With eyes closed tight and a smile plastered on her thin cracked lips, she kept on walking till she fell in your arms and you held her like you held her the first time. She sunk into you and you stroked her hair, she said another little prayer while you held her hand, she pressed her ears to your chest while you heartbeat continued to soar, and then she cried. Little tear drops that you could neither see nor feel but dollops of which her heart cried. Silently, discreetly but in amounts beyond measure.
The sun finally shone on her side of town, the satiated rainbow finally regained its colors...but something's got to give, she knew, the question was what? And soon it began to peep it's ugly head out of what was most special. The demonic resurgence of all that was wrong with her today... came to life...very slowly, very steadily and very secretively. It began to grow... and still grows... and begins to pray again. Chant the incantations aloud this time and a spurious smile to ornament the pain and the pangs.
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