Time and again, she goes through these lurid chord of emotions. She holds the biggest hurt, and yet she perfectly conceals it with her smile. She unceasingly acts to be strong, even when it is tiring her. She wonders in isolation, “Will it get any better?”. A dream that was so close to her heart, a dream that she could never redeem. She slowly lays on her cold bed, overwhelmed by her feelings. Her eyes are dry and sad. The dark-circles underneath her eyes portray her sleepless nights. She tries to convince herself through her multiple minor efforts, but miserably fails to find comfort.