The lights are on, but the shadow is unmoving on the bed
There are no blood stains
Only the tear stains on her pillow cover
She still breaths 12 to 20 breaths per minute
But her heart pumps over 100
Her eyes are unfocused
She is invisible
She is locked in a battle with the rushing waves
She tries to sing
But her voice is soft
The melody overpowers her
She tries to smile and laugh
But it comes out distorted
Everything fails
So, here she is,
Typing whatever flows through her mind without a care
And hopefully, when everything sharpens back to focus,
She wouldn't regret her words
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Author:
zhangyuyouyu (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: March 19th, 2026 01:24
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Comments1
Great read. Well written. Thanks for sharing.
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