It Breaks My Heart

It Breaks My Heart

I sat facing her: her arms crossed, head down. When I asked her a question, her head raised almost imperceptibly, and she looked through her long dark hair covering her eyes. Unsure what she had to live for or who would miss her if she was gone, as depression had stolen all rational perspective. [more]

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