| We wave this flag of hatred;
But you're the ones who made it. The petite woman seemed so distracted, but it was nothing new. She often-times seemed to wallup within herself, consumed by the nature of her thoughts. By the distant look, it was plain to see - there even seemed to be a twinge of pain. Regret perhaps? She couldn't fathom off hand what it possibly was that she could be feeling such dread when thinking about.. She hadn't done anything to her family -- aside from completely uproot and cause the end of the structure they had been all used too. It had been so long ago.. why was she thinking of that night so damn much now, it didn't make sense. She was moving on, finally letting herself settle in to try again, and yet even though she'd brought herself probably thousands of miles away from that god-forsaken mountain she never felt the weight of the entire situation as much as she had been lately. |
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