The boulder rests heavily on her shoulders. She is fighting it and fighting it, pushing to get it off her before it crushes her soul. But the boulder is superior. The boulder is winning the fight. The boulder is her mind, the mind she cannot control at night time, the mind that chooses when to wake up happy or angry or sad. The mind that is suffering, the mind that is wounded and needs healing before it is too late.
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