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posted by Sun T. on Jul 3

I can still see her, hair sparkling in the sunshine. She almost became the sun. Her face gleamed with tears that told the story. She waved goodbye as we pulled away, determined not to look back. It killed me to leave her there. The crazies and the drunks…drug rehabs are full of them…but not her. Why her? She seemed to be losing her luster, even as I watched her in my mind’s eye. I yearned to keep her near, but God knew that I would only enable her vice. She wanted to drown the pain. The pain. That insatiable hound who filled her eyes with fear. I hated him. I could only pray now… that she found her sanctuary. That pain would be left at bay there within the confines of professionals. I could only hope…and pray.

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