Meaningless

I could see the light streaking through the window. Why? I had closed that damn curtain... I stopped, remembering the little girl I'd met. "It'll add some warmth to the dark," she'd said. I moaned, getting up and dragging myself over to close the curtain anyway. I didn't want to see the moon. I didn't want to see the stars. I wanted darkness. Black. Nothing. The way my life would be from now on. I didn't want to feed my hope. I snuggled onto the floor, and wrapped my arms around my knees, hiding my face as I brokedown into pointless sobs. Life was horrible. Meaningless. I wanted nothing to do with it.

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