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Lately, it felt like life has been more difficult for you to bear. The stress that never seemed to end, the pain that failed to heal, the burden that was a struggle to carry. It was all weighing you down, like a chain around your neck that made even breathing an agonizing task.
Every day has become the same, if not worse, than the one before although it’s not like you were able to tell. They were all blurring together to the point you weren't even certain you could name the right one. Was it Wednesday? You could've sworn it was Monday.
You felt tired. Was there even a reason to care?
Your thoughts barely coherent, it was as though a smoke machine was released inside your mind. The fog couldn't disappear no matter how hard you tried shaking it away. It was like an unwelcome blanket weighing you down.
As you lied atop of your bed, you couldn't tell where you would rather be: just you and your messy thoughts or with others while faking your smiles? There really was no winning in this world. Not with you.
It hurt.
Were you just made to suffer pain that no medication could sure? Was your sole purpose to rot like a forgotten corpse? Would you wish for the Earth to swallow you whole and bring you to the depths of its core?
The silence was too loud, too deafening for your room to handle. You needed something, anything that could distract you. Perhaps not bring an end to the pain, but a light push, a "keep going!" without expectations.
Fumbling for your phone, your thumb to slid and tapped without you sparing a glance. Mindlessly, you clicked on a song in one of your playlists and music began playing. This song shouldn't have been able to calm you, yet a strange peace overcame your being.
As you lied there motionless, it took a few seconds to register the sing you unknowingly chose. It was one of your favourites, which you found a few years back, the voice singing bright and clear.
No, it wasn’t just a voice. Her voice; the very voice that you fell had shook your core all those years ago. The same voice that shot through your heart and flooded it with love like Cupid's arrow.
Realistically, you knew this song wasn't meant for you, it wasn’t composed with you in mind. Yet you couldn’t help but feel like you were made to love this song and the singer, who was so filled with passion and hope. If there was a void in you, would this song be able to reach its depths and still be heard?
Her voice couldn't save you nor could it heal you. Not entirely. At the very least, she was there to soothe you. To bring you peace to the turmoil in your head and your heart.
As you lied there, you allowed music to fill not just your ears but your soul. Eyes drowsy, you began to close them.
(You would've assumed it as the beginning of a pleasant dream, but you could've swore you heard a sweet giggle and a gentle kiss on your forehead.
"Do your best," your favourite voice whispered.)