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"Do us all a favour and kill yourself!" – You said to her on her birthday.
Burning desire for vengeance creeps beneath her skin and sets her soul on
fire. Her body gives in to the reign on painful memoirs. Anger crawls from
her bleeding heart and she takes it out on her own flesh.
The pain from the wounds that scar her body overthrows her heartache. Her
delirious mind is no longer set on her journey through hell. Every drop is
an escape that will keep her breathing for a while, and although every
breath will burn her lungs and sting her heart, it will help her find the
missing puzzle pieces, hidden in the dark closet of her past. Dark eyes
will meet hers, cruel words will condemn her and fear will try to break her
fragile self. She does not know why, yet she goes on with but the slightest
hint of completeness and the whisper of warm breeze that long ago, softly
touched her cheeks.