She wakes up every morning thinking today will be different. Today she will smile, and keep smiling. Today she will laugh, and mean it. Today she will take the words of her friends to heart, and she will believe them.
But it's so easy to slide back into that dark blue-grey mist, into those waters, under those sheets. It's warm and cold there at the same time. It's comfortable and alien. It's everything she knows and nothing she needs or wants. How should she escape?
That's what she keeps coming back to.
The questions.
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