I looked at her. She was missing something. I could see it in her eyes. She smiled, but I saw the pain behind it. Even with that smile, her eyes screamed in pain. She was lost. A part of her was missing. Her eyes filled with sorrow. She was broken.
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Journal Of A Survivor
No FicciónNon-Fiction #337 / Short Story #1000 She's destroyed, everything is ruined. How can she go on? She's fighting for dear life. She never thought this would happen to her but it did... *Warning* Contains triggers, thoughts of suicide and strong emotion...
