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by ALEX Jan 12, 2009 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
Three days ago in a fog filled yard there was a girl, and inside her was a soupy kind of darkness that ebbed away at her heart. She played with a piece of grass in her hand and she waited, half dormant, for something unknown but important. A pinprick of light like a star twinkled down from the branches of the maple tree above her head. As it came closer, the girl's eyes were drawn upward, and her breath caught in her throat; for the ball of light had wings, and beautiful hair that glowed fuchsia in its own light. It came to rest just inches from her face, and smaller than a glue stick it spoke; "This world is no larger than the tip of a pen; it's beauty no deeper than your eyes. The significance of this, as you might have guessed, is your sadness will keep you alive."