She sat lifeless on the rustic old oak like bench. She looked like a girl in a painting still nevertheless you couldn't help but stare. Not for beauty but for the unusually dark depressing aura she gave off. Her long dark mop of stringy hair fell in front of her soulless eyes as she starred into dark abyss of the sick truth of life. Tears of angles fell from the dark cheerless sky after looking at the heartbreaking past of the young innocent girl whose out look on this desolate place we call earth was changed by one agonising event.
Sorry I know it's bad but I'll try hope you like if not we'll don't read on and photos not mine it's amazing to me though as it sums up life.
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At Grims Hand
Short StoryWhen everyone pretends not to see, when the pain is unbearable, how will this girl be freed from her from her self when the girl she used to be died? Really bad at descriptions and spelling sorry.
