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If there's an award for crying, she thinks she will definitely dominates. That explains just how much she cries. Every single night. Without fail. Even when most of the nights, she feels emotionless, cry for nothing, because she cries too much. But tears just never stop falling down her pale cheeks. Just like the pouring rain. Less heavy but nonstop.

It's killing her. Bit by bit. She feels sick. Her body shivers. Not because of the coldness. She's cold yet hot. She can't feel her legs when she stands. Her head spins around frantically. So she lies down, practically straight, trying to shut her eyes firm. Hopefully to leave the reality for at least a moment, to go to the dreamland. A world full of bliss. Because that's the only place where she feels better. Even if she's alone.

But it didn't work. As if the reality demands to stay even longer than it has been already. With teary eyes, wet cheeks, she tries again. Shutting her eyes, very slowly. To sleep. To visit the blissful dreamland. She feels heavy. Her head's heavy. Her body's heavy. Her eyes' heavy. She really feels sick. Really. Her body no longer listens to the power of mind control she always practices. There's no use. She's helpless now. Lying in bed, fully awake, eyes closed, still wet and full of tears that she can't hold back even if she wants to. Totally helpless.

Save her, dear dreamland. Help her to escape and be there at least, for now. So she can get herself back on track. So her body and mind would be back to its' place. Please?