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her green eyes, her dull green eyes, held the weight of the world
green eyes like someone lost and forgotten
her head was loud
Her face is stoic and devoid of any emotion.
a hardhearted, unfeeling, ruthless assassin
and a monster
she had let them take her heart.
struck by hard Cains and harsh words her heart shed like the disgusting excuse of skin lathered onto her bones
"mama please save me , get me out of here"
She sung like a chant
The academy a useless excuse for a school that flourished young innocent minds
The red room a prison that held the girls bound by chains
on days that they forced a loaded gun into her small mouth and demand that she swallow
she would wish she had listened and swiped the gun from the guards just to pull the trigger.
but she refused because at night bound to daunting cuffs
She had her
She had hope
And now she has nothing
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Faceclaim; Hadley Robinson
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