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FRAGILE HOPE
<p>The room feels suffocatingly still, but my thoughts are anything but quiet. I sit on the floor, knees pulled to my chest, staring at nothing as the weight of everything presses down on me.</p><p>The outburst, the words I didn’t mean but said anyway,Why do I keep doing this? Why can’t I stop myself?</p><p>Elara you're just a girl,” I whisper to myself, almost pleading for the universe to understand me. “I get in moods sometimes. But…” my voice cracks, “there’s no excuse for what I did tonight.”</p><p>Tears roll down my cheeks, but I don’t wipe them away. Elara there’s no point in crying now. It doesn’t take away the look on his face the one I can’t stop seeing every time I close my eyes.</p><p><br></p><p>Do you think he’ll forgive you again?” I whisper. “Or did you finally push too far?”</p><p><br></p><p>“How do I stay calm when everything feels like it’s falling apart? “How do I stop hurting the ones I love, even when I know I’m doing it?” How do i stop ruining the things i care about? How do I learn to let people love me without tearing them apart in the process? I sit there trembling and exhausted, with no answer. Just the same desperate hope I always cling to that next time. I'll be better. </p><p><br></p><p>Maybe I never will. Maybe it’s just a part of me, something I’ll always battle with. I know I have to try. I have to pause, think before I act, stop letting the chaos consume me.</p><p><br></p><p>I don’t know how long it will take, or if I’ll ever truly get there. But I whisper to myself, I'll try For me, and for them.”</p><p><br></p><p>It’s a fragile hope, but it’s all</p><p> I have right now.</p><p><br></p><p><br></p><p><br></p><p><br></p><p><br></p>
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