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She is dangerous when she's hurt.
She could easily destroy everything around her,
slam every door,
fight every person
and break every glass.
But she doesn't.
Instead, she destroyed herself.
She swallowed every unspoken word,
every unheard scream for help until,
at one point,
her heart couldn't stand
the darkness anymore.
At night,
the thoughts she carried for too long,
turned into red rivers and flowed down her arms
in watery rivers and washed away all her fears and feelings.
She wanted to forget it,
or at least numb it for a while,
numb herself,
so that she could have peace,
even if only for a few breaths.
But after some time,
it always came back stronger,
after some time,
she stopped speaking and fell in silence completly,
because no words could ever explain what's going on
in her heart and mind.
Ever since she stopped resisting,
the darkness had taken away everything
that had previously kept her alive.
So she died before her body did,
was dead even though her heart was still beating.
Frida
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