There's a girl. She had a smiling face and loved to write.
But there's a HUGE twist.
The notebooks her wrist,
The pen,
A blade.
She wrote. And wrote.. Until her breath was taken and face went pale.
She dropped her pen when she was done with her book.. body went pale,lifeless and cold..
I am this girl. But I haven't taken my breath away. Time to write now..
