she is dead inside. her soul withers. she lost. she lost and now she dies as her soul crawls out of the immobile body, ready to clutch tightly onto the unfriendly, scorching touch of hell's notorious embrace. her incapability to scream, to cry, to throw a tantrum. insanity, sadness, anger. it's not what's stopping her. she's completely been carved inside out. she has nothing but invisible weights and while it's what's killed her, it's the only thing she can hold onto because at least when death comes, it won't leave her. it will be the only thing she can have forever. and that's exactly what doesn't comfort her. it merely keeps her from going insane because.

she lost.
she lost.
she lost.

and now she's going to pay for it for an eternity.

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