( december 9th )

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Time became a fluid entity, the only fixture the pain in every of her cells, her overwrought nervous system, scars healing and pulling her skin too tightly around her bones. Some days, she would walk ten steps about her room before collapse, others she would make it down the hallway, always halting in front of her portrait. The beautiful girl she once was.

The fall was greater there. It hurt more.

Her parents were advised to remove all paintings of her, for there were many, so as not to aggravate her further, but she begged them to let her stay, please.

I do not want to be forgotten.