Who stained that heart black?

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She sits at her desk thinking. Thinking. Tapping the pencil on the desk unable to write. Scribbles of inner demons wanting to come out, spread across the room. She stares at her paper not knowing how and what to write. Nothing could work, she couldn't lie but she couldn't tell the truth.

In classes she couldn't understand the Kanji on the board or how to solve it. She didn't understand herself so how was she meant to do a homework about herself. What is she going to do? Just scream "I don't care anymore!" Just to get rid of the pain in her heart and her head but the demons don't go away.

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