I'm okay. Trust me. (I'm not okay)

Everything's okay in the end.

If it's not okay, it's not the end.


Eyes like glass.

Unfathomable pain behind these eyes.


There's a fine line.

One wrong move and it will snap.


Tears held back

To avoid a deluge of questions.


One falls down.

A silver streak of sorrow.

No shimmer of hope.

No glimmer left.


I'm not okay.

But it's the end.


For me.


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