Everything

She is broken. Her head hurts; her whole being hurts. The world, she realizes, is moving too quickly; were once she could shrug it off, now it wears her down.

They tell her she is over-reacting. Her life is perfect. She wants for nothing in a world starved. It’s true, she has everything. So the next time the heaviness clamps on her frame, she simply counts her possessions and wears a smile.

I have everything, she reminds herself as she loses her grip and slips into an abyss; as she drowns without a fight.

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