The Better

Desperation is always near.

It lives in my collarbone, I think.

Its ragtag claws always worry at my neck, leaving even my best days breathless and bleak.

What would it be like to live without frantic worry along for the ride?

Heaven, perhaps?

Or, at least, a land called Better.

Until tomorrow…

Chloe

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