Monochromatic

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She stood still staring, her hair in her face. She grew a sickening pale color, She didn't want to go outside anymore...

She sat in her small desk.



"Don't be so sad, Anna." A girl said walking by her desk.

"I wish I could do that." She replied monotonously and sullen. Her long hair, the length of her hair has now grown to her chest at this time. It is straight and black. She was seven at the time, she understands life much more. How cruel and evil it is.
She was plagued by guilt thinking, she should've died instead of Lisa. Lisa had responsibilities, she had children, sisters... "It would be so much easier if I would've died instead of her."

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