Looking Back

Short story+Poem

Tears welled up in her already swollen eyes. She couldn't help but sob, though she tried to fight it. Photographs surrounded her on the floor- of herself, of people she never wanted to see again, and of a life she didn't want to remember. Those photographs, like dusty relics, outlined everything she tried to escape. However, she would never escape, not really. She lied down on the carpeted floor, closing her eyes and just letting herself breathe. 

"You're stronger than this." She told herself as the ran a hand through her messy hair. She wouldn't let herself lose sight of what really mattered. She'd finally gotten her life on track, and though she'd never truly been happy, she'd started to feel pretty damn close to normalcy. 

With one last deep breath, she scooped up the pictures and disposed of them. She'd worked hard to accept her troubled past. There was no turning back now.

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Close your eyes

Sing yourself to sleep

Let yourself escape

Within a realm of make believe

Let your dreams take you far from here

You weren’t meant for this world

No, darling,

You were meant for so much more

Fly away, little angel,

Soar and sing and dance

Becuase what you're feeling now,

Will cease to exist

I’d follow if I could

My demons drag me down

They’re screaming my sins

Keeping me on the ground

Don’t end up like me

Fly until you’re free

Reviews

[genocide]

so that means never look back except the past and move on very good story

[Miranda Leigh]

Thank you!

[genocide]

can you read and review racheal bunny rabbit as a little girl my dear