"What do you do about a sadness as deep and relentless as this?" she asked, voice wavering; a tremolo.
And you calmly told her that things weren't so bad after all and that life is worth living and that she hurt today but she might not hurt tomorrow and that she really had it pretty good after all if only she could stop for a second and just realize it and if only she could see herself like you saw her she'd understand how great she really was and she'd be happy to be herself after all.
And the words kept coming for nearly two hours and you thought you had made quite an impression and that maybe she felt just a little better about herself.
And she gave you a little smile before rolling over and closing her eyes when you finally ended by looking at her plaintively and asked, "I mean... you know?"
But the next day, sitting in the heat alone and sweating you realized that she was probably just as sad as she had been before you opened your mouth. What do you do?
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