6 am: pillow soaked, skin inflamed by salty tears, mind distraught…
12 pm: body in fetus position, back burning in the hot sunrays piercing through the window, mind absent in hope to regain composure…
6pm: feet close to electric heat source, candy on tongue, mind indulging in thoughts of a better tomorrow.
Muscles slightly tense, serotonin levels slightly up – today was a good day✨
Her Mind, Her Story 
It’s okay. There will be better days. 🙂
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