She used to be a mountain. Eyes as bright as the sun. But under her thick skin, her sunshine fades. She is alone but no one seems to know. And it's a shame. Pretty little girl with petty little insecurities. She doesn't feel safe, she doesn't feel sound in her own skin. With every step, she whisked away like the wind through her hair. One day she broke. One day she could not cope. She gave up on hope and love and life. That mountain withered away.