So here I lay them down to sleep. She looks at the wine glass....the drops of condensation roll down the glass similar to the way the tears roll down her face. Funny isn't it? How the symbolism is literally suffocating the air around her. It didn't used to be this way. There used to be hopes and dreams of a better life. She was inspired by the simplest of things, saw the beauty in everything. Now, she can barely see at all.
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