It’s easy letting go of words.

But, then it comes from the people you share

Blood with it hurts, she says.

It’s like being stabbed in the chest fourteen

Times.

I don’t get it, I don’t get it!

The girl, who is not afraid of anyone or

Anything, is crying right now.

She walks in a path full of tears.

She walks in a path of sorrow.

Someone who I admired from afar is crying to

Me.

How is that possible?