darkness surrounded her, the bright light in front blinding her, is this what it's like..? to be alone.. to finally know how it feels? she's young, she doesn't know how to feel, where is they? where is the people who is supposed to love her, to make her laugh and be naive?
no.. she's not.. she knows the truth, she hears it, but nobody else know she hears it. they try to make things be like a fairytale.
she knows.. she knows.
the crying, the screaming, glass breaking as it screeches and echos through the walls.. and into the night. she'll grow.. like a seed turning into a flower.
but that flower, is bended.. that flower still shines but it doesn't die. it stays.
will she keep it in her heart? or will she replace it with love and kindness? only time will tell, only she can tell.
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