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You can see her sitting on by the window. Thick black eyelashes almost make the child look as if she is wearing eye liner. Cold breathe fogs up the glass and the dropletys of condincation that fall down along the crack line make it look almost like blood. That is simply a illsusion,but the red stains on the once white rag in her hand pressed to her arm right above her wrist. Once playful child eyes stare into nothingness,she is hallow now. Though her heart still beats all life has left her.
The teenage girl stares as if looking back to her grade school years. Years of being lost in what to do,soon turned to falling apart peice by peice. As the glass puzzle peices of her heart hit the ground the shatterd into even more borken fragemnst of what had once been a whole. Crimson liquid finely stops,many tressures hide her shame if asked to take it off,she would say she had a blemish and rather not. Or that it was to hard to put back on mabey later. Later would come and her secret would remain safe in sound,only to be told by the scars the marks would make. When fighting she seemed to win many battles but in the end she would far to often lose the war.