Nocturnal Awakenings…

She didn’t like to talk too much about her past for fear her ghosts would hear her talking. She did like to listen though. She always tried to be there for those who were haunted and never asked them for anything in return.

I often wondered if the world knew how she wore her nightmares with grace and that when she smiled, you could catch a glimpse of the destruction in her eyes.

 

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