"who can understand a girl who doesn't understand herself?" she whispers. this question always comes to her mind but the answer never changes "no one...no one!" ... darkness... emptiness... loneliness... "what have i became?" she shouts. doesnt matter no one can hear her... everything is pointless,meaningless no goals no feelings... she remembers her early days when she was a young girl wanting to make a change to bring peace to this world... but then she realized that the world is too big for her to make a difference and even if she could someone would come and ruin her dreams someone will ruin everything she built...at that moment she grew up...or maybe she just died...doesnt matter... she has more important things to think of right now "how should i end it?" she thinks. she is empty there is no purpose no love in her... she hurts anyone who loves her... "i can fly" she says. yes! a poetic death and horrible at the same time! she should get ready; she should look pretty for it...
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Short Story(COMPELETED) if you want a happy day dont start it with reading this! marching down to a girls black and dark spirit
