Part 4 of a terribly titled story.

[oboeteiru]

It always hides itself in the darkest corner of my room. It hides there until all sounds of misery and pain are gone, until the morning breaks into tiny fragments of bitter hope and trust. It hides there - secretly and quietly, unnoticed by the rest of its world

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[anonymous]

wow...that was awesome^^ You really are a good writer^^ I felt what she felt while reading that. I'm sorry we havent gotten a chance to talk lately >__< I've been really busy. But I miss you dear. Take care k?

Yumi~