It wasn’t always the darkness that found her. Sometimes she went looking.
Her feeling of sunshine sometimes extended to her fear of lightness. Lightness in her mind, in her heart and in her soul.
She was more familiar with the dark. Those sharp corners, that heavy feeling. It had been her friend for so very long. The way someone who stabs you in the back and sits on your shoulder, whispering criticisms in your ear.
Although the light brought with it feelings of hope, sometimes she was simply…overwhelmed. Surely they would see that it was all a facade. Her colour was hardly yellow.
Sometimes it was just safest, to return to those sharp and shaded corners.
To return to the dark.
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