It takes times to get it right
takes no time to get it wrong
The world rushed around her but she remained stationed on full alert. She had to stop them getting in, hurting more. She remembered once being soft and warm, now cold and hard she pushed forcefully away from herself. Wondering why cruelty came so easily to them, she struggled forward, dragged down by the weight of their judgements and expectations. Everything seemed tainted by them, stained by their presence, dark and murky to the very core. Lies, like insidious weed, spread outward until everything was covered. The once beautiful, undisturbed garden was dead from the choking of the weeds. Even the sun could not warm the concrete of her skin. Trust was something she would no longer feel, she had learnt.
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