Every time she falls asleep it is before her like haunting footprints seared in her eyelids. She wakes up with her heart ripped and the pillows are wet. Probably she is not able to understand. She tried a lot. She even did not do what was required of her to be successful.
Instead of it, she made her friends happy. At least she tried to laugh them, calm them down with her presence. Although she was up to her ears, she found a few hours just for them. She would top herself if neccessary. Maybe she tried too much.
Now she is alone in a foreign world, feeling as an used rag. There is nobody to throw to her a rescue rope. She doesn't know how she has lived former weeks. It is befogged, unclear. Obviously she has been smiling but some people asked what's the matter. Although she hasn't learn the answer yet, she knows... No...
'What should I do?' mute scream sounds in the crowded streets.
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