They're Struggling

Not willing to look in the mirror,

Afraid of what might stare back.

He covered every single one.


Ana's voice overcoming the hunger.

Pushing the food away.

She refuses to eat.


The cold blade against her skin,

She takes a deep breath.

Feeling the sting of the blade.


Holding the barrel of a gun to his head.

Hesitating, tears running down his face.

Sadly he pulls the trigger.


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