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They are all around her: pages and stories and broken thoughts. She leaves for a time then comes back in sorrow and agonizing confusion, only to decide that she must leave again. There’s hardly a human there anymore. Her bones are made of darkened paper and her mind is a sky with a thousand burning stars all covered up. They fly and weep but can never escape the shadow she has cast. Every life has vanished. She has seen those thousand deaths...has felt that which she loves being torn from her skin never to be seen again. To the void, to the void...breathless and searching...a hopeless search. There is always hope my love, but not his time. There she is again, blank windows and shaking hands. Nothing scares her for she has seen it all before. What can be more terrible than the stars? She welcomes them with sad eyes...wishes for the horrors of the world to see her now. She has been beaten by those words, and she lie there for ages bleeding and weeping. But there came a time, long ago, when falling wasn’t enough.