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I walk in shadows, searching for lightCold and alone, no comfort in sightHoping and prayin' for someone to careAlways movin' and goin' nowhereWhat becomes of the broken-heartedWho had love that's now departedI know I've got to findSome kind of peace of mindHelp me, please
you’re gonna search, but you’re not gonna succeed. you’re gonna look everywhere, but not gonna stop???
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` troubles, p&a
` peterdor
Rain, rain go away. Come back another day.
No matter how many times she chanted it to herself, the rain would not stop. It was stubborn and as ignorant as the tears that flooded her waterline. She was afraid to blink, to close the thin veil where lighter orbs stare up, and she forbids herself to cry. Shes got both hands wrapped over her lips, pressing harder as the tears threatens to spill and for the first time, she feels weak, she feels lost. Set astray by emotions and she feels desolated even with the company of the fellow Gryffindor beside her, she felt empty, so ever so empty.
Now sat two dilemmas on her frail shoulders, each limb weighing down the threat of being broken. One carries the burden of being weak, defenseless and utterly broken while the other held on to the responsibility of being strong, undefeated and brave, she wanted everyone to believe in her facade - she wanted everyone to know, that she was brave and courageous. But with the unfortunate news of her parents - she felt the need to break herself apart and let it all shatter. On one hand, her mother was fine, but her father - her father could no longer send her those small, little thoughtless gifts that meant so much to her, from the tiniest of puzzles that he had constructed himself to the different flavored gum that always seemed to astonish her.
Her current parents, the Addilyn estate had notified her of these events and she was crushed at the mention of her fathers sudden accident and a part of her cursed her biological mother, cursing herself for ever leaving her father behind. They abandoned her - as illogical as that sounded.
“Peter, I’m fine.” “You don’t have to do this.” “I’m fine.”
As much as she wanted to believe those words for herself, she seldom found the courage too. She was not fine, she needed him beside her, she was not fine. Glowing red, she lowers her head as brown strands inadvertently fall around her, and at this point - she’s bawling. There is no holding back, she’s lost motivation to keep it together. She was done, done with being strong.
