UNPLEASANT LUMP—Freewriters daily prompt

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I was always so bubbly, a bouncing ball of joy and hope, of life.

She left me last night, over a phone call no less. I didn't complain, didn't make a fuss. I, however, cried more than I would've liked. It's the break of dawn, but the sleep has failed miserably to refresh me as they often say it does. I lie here on the bed now, an unpleasant limp of sadness, devoid of light.