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She was continuously trying and failing to recreate a memory that never existed other than from within her own head.
A memory of a happiness shared with her one true love.
A memory of a time where the only thing she ever needed was the only thing she ever had.
Back to a time where she was loved and never once neglected.
She was cared for and wanted.
Back to a time that never existed.
An image produced and directed by her mind as she lay in coma,
emotionless from all the endless fights.
And as the days fade away,
she dies a little more inside.
The pain she holds to the world unfolds.
Pain soon to be departed,
her life discarded.
But she was still working on that memory.
That non-existant memory..