I try to imagine what it means to give your entire life and self to people who then leave.

She seems to be expecting something, some form she
could take possession of. A borrowed form, perhaps, one that could express the real
pain inside. An absolute breaking and repurposing of truth.
A place where truth could be gotten at, but also where
truth could be defended.

A burning experience of molding herself.
A sudden glimpse of her own being