“Tell me something I don’t know!”
She screamed, hands balled into fists at the back of her head.
“I’ve been fighting my whole damn life to be seen, to be remembered, to be considered, not for what I could be… But for exactly who I am.”
She turned away, face glancing out towards the window.
The moonlight illuminated the sparkling paths of tears, as I watched her resolve melt away.
“It shouldn’t be this hard,” she said, the set of her shoulders falling, “it just shouldn’t be this hard.”
I didn’t know how to tell her, that I wasn’t sure that it could be any other way.
Life, no one gets through it unscathed.
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