Weightless

Weightless.
A feeling that she hasn’t experienced in quite sometime.
In fact, she would describe herself as sitting on the opposite side of that scale.
With the entire weight of the world resting on her shoulders.

Broken.
Not always able to pick herself up off the bathroom floor in the middle of the night.
But always able to in the morning.

Fighting.
For the light at the end of the tunnel that is distant.
Yet so very visible.

She’s a girl with many demons.
And there’s a war that never truly settles in her mind.

But she’s bound to achieve greatness.
As long as she can make it out alive.

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