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Respect.
Something one must earn from a being such as the one you stand before, as she does not give it easily. Her chain is held high among the Gods, contacts link together to form a strong bond. Each person she respects becomes like a brother or sister to her. Creatig one big family which she holds her highest respects to.
Youth.
Oh how she longs for it. For each day she grows older and wiser. Each day she gains wrinkles and knowledge. Each day she regrets waisting her childhood playing down by the stream. she cries for the time her childhood was snatched away like candy from a baby, yet she doesn't shed a tear.
Anger.
It controls her. She does not control it. If one decides to toy with her mind and anger her soul, she will be the last person to hear their cries. To hear their screams. Becaise, in her, anger shall take a new form and rise against those who threaten and provoke.
Numb.
It's all she feels. No love. No hurt. No pain. No gain. Just numb. She cannot love for fear of loss and betrayal. She cannot hurt, because pain is an opening to ones doul. She cannot gain her loss, for it is long gone now. Long gone. Just Numb.
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What has her world come to. It is nothing but pain and misfortune. No love. No happiness. Just empty. And these thoughts rattle through her mind as she takes those final steps through the darkness that surround her, plundging her into the room full of chatter. The rom which many happy souls have met. The room in which her son was bore. The room in which her love was no more.
Her long dark hair fell over her face, shadowing her pale complexion, hiding it from the veiw of all. Her ice blue eyes stares hard at the ground. The locket laid stil upon her breasts. The shirt which held them tight was worn and old. The skirt wasnothing special either. Just material woven to hide her from veiw. She wore no stockings to cover her scars, she showed them for all to see. No pride in the wounds inflicted unto her. Just lust for what they could've been. The boots which covered her feet so dear were black and rose to below her knee. The heel so thin and fine, easy to cut through skin of any kind.
There she stood. Motionless head to toe. A girl that knows no limits. A girl that knows no pity or innocence. A girl that meerly wants to please. A girl more known to the world as Princess. Princess Akazariua. A daughter and a mother. A young girl. And a lover.
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