ii. DEATH

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her parents were dead.

killed by their rivals who lurked in the shadows. for the only reason that they seethed in jealously and bathed in envy.

and she is reduced to an orphan, left in the cold hand of reality.

with their golden ichor that drips down her porcelain fingers and stains her broken heart. and her salty tears that soaked her shirt.

she was destroyed.

her once fairy tale was shattered. gone. lost in a time-lapse that never ends.

and the remains stabbed her until she bled out her sorrow.

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