How much more could she take? It had never bugged her
before, but now, after all the uncomfortable glances, and whispered comments
that loudly torn the flesh from her bones, it was becoming too much. She had
always known she was different, not held down by the simple laws of gravity and
conveniences of man. But slowly, their words like anchors chained her to the
earth. Their sharp tongues and pointed glances, they tore her to pieces.
Whoever said that words would never hurt them, clearly never had negative words
hurled at them. What lies. She begged them to look at her life, to see how she
had carefully, painstakingly arranged it, the beauty that lay there. Instead
when they bothered to look, they didn’t understand her life, it was different
than theirs. So they scoffed at it. Making fun of her and destroy all her
beliefs in the beauty that was there. She had come so far just to fall.
She should ignore it, she knew, but after holding out for so
long, she was tired. She needed rest, but it would not come soon enough.
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