Just as the clock ticks faster and faster the pain cuts deeper to every surface she tries to hide from society, people, and her inner demons. Society takes her weaknesses and turns it into her worst enemies. They create and mold her into their perspective of a perfect model. They say be skinny, but not too skinny no evtra skin, as if it is a sin, clears kin is best, long hair and blue eyes are important factors too. They mold her as if she was clay and that makes them her Potter.
Fear gets controlled by society's judgments. The moment she asks it to leave it gets larger. Fear itself allows her to act strangely. The moment she realises she is slipping into a coma of depression it is too late to slip out because she got caught up so quickly, slipping out might cause her to drown in a pool of pain she created so far is not enough to satisfy their need for blood. Screaming at her inner demon in the mirror "I have had enough!"
Encouragements never reaching her because that are clouded by society's judgment it just evaporates into the sky. As she stands outside in the sun watching how society molds others but she is a puzzle being put together by words of encouragement by friends, family, her values, love, and cares only for it to be broken down again.
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