She kept lifting like it was nothing.
She kept pushing like her life depended on it.
She kept the distractions for her sanity.
She kept going until she grew tired.
Of the attention. The adrenaline. The pleasure.
The ideals she painted.
The bluff. The fabrication. The deception.
The escape she created.
Reality set in, and she found her world in pieces.
Her heart, her life.
In pieces.




















