She's tired of thinking. Tired of being.

She lets her mind drift...

Her soft blue eyes drift away and she thinks a silent prayer.

She prays that this is the last time her eyes close.

The last breath she ever has to take.

She prays her existence will soon become a faint memory.

She prays for her lost family.

Their faces now a hazy picture in her memory.

She prays for their forgiveness.

She prays they'll understand.

This empty soul prays with her broken heart,

That she can reach her inevitable end.

The End

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