Lying in her bed, listening through her sobbing breaths, she heard the birds chirp and her wind chime clink. “No, it can’t be yet another day” she thought to her anxious self.

New beginnings of any sort made her heart wary. Twitching in her bed, she tried to think of a reason to get up and get on with her day (or life maybe)! Somehow she couldn’t bring herself to a point where she can rise above the darkness and see the tinge of hues that life has sprinkled all around.

“Come on, you can do it” she pushed herself like a ninja and was out of the bed about to get started.

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