She stares, as her mind wanders, all the while trying not to think. Surrounded by a field of wild flowers, her sorrow keeps her from enjoying the moment. This moment like other will pass, yet the sorrow does not diminish.
In class, her professors talk, but she fails to hear them. She is consumed by all that she cannot change, a life half lived with no motivation to continue.
Has she lost hope? For she feels hopeless, as though there us no point in living. Like a molecule of water being moved in the circular motion as a wave approaches shore, never moving close, just returning to the same place.
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