She ran her hands through her already touseled hair and mahogany curls fell back into her face to soak up the salty remnants of her last wave of grief.
It seemed no one cared about her happiness, overlooking each small injury they inflicted, and pushing her on down the path. Everyone wanted her to be sucessful so that they could go along for the ride on her coattails.
"Maddy you've got talent and a gift and you'll have a profound impact on those who read your work."
Encouragement felt like pressure. If you don't publish, you are a failure. If you can't find the words to set the world alight, I won't love you anymore.
photo: HaleyCage
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