She had the post card in her hands,
they trembled.
She was driving,
destination: nowhere.
She had her windown down,
ready to say good bye to the words that had been crashing her soul for so long.
The wind on her face,
the tears running down her pale face.
She wanted to be invisible.
she wanted to exist no more,
and that made her sad.
She smiled,
it felt awful,
it hurt.
But she was used to the mask she had been putting on since,
well, since forever.
It felt like forever.
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