The sun blazes overhead as people, who don't have better things to do, stand by a freshly dug grave, looking at the deer skins they are about to throw in. One girl, no older than thirteen, thumbs her deer skin and a blue necklace. She has no expression as she steps forward and throws the skin into the grave. She hesitates as she pulls the other outstretched hand back to her. This girl stares at the necklace until an older gentlemen steps forward and wraps his arm around her shoulder. She looks up at him as a gust of wind blows her hair into her face. The old man leans down, whispers into her ear,"You can keep it. I am sure the wind of his spirit is saying so." A small grin tickles onto her face as she hooks the choker around her neck. As she turns around, her emotions consume her, allowing tears to flow freely upon her cheeks.
Everyone is fighting a hard battle. Within themselves or against everyone else. We fight them everyday, with no victory in mind. The fight can be from or in the past, present or future. Our outside appearance is fine. It's what goes on inside that slowly consumes the soul, suffocating and slowly murdering us from the inside out. We may never know if this battle will end, triumphant or lost.
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