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She always looked up to the skies above.
She seeked love.
She seeked guidance.
She wished to shout out to anyone who was willing to listen.

She needed to shout it all out for it to be heard.

For her to be heard.
She wanted them to feel the pain, the pain that had planted itself into her young mind and had grown as roots deep inside.

Roots that were forever embedded in her mind, memories and regrets forever bringing her to the verge of tears at midnight where she was alone, no one to see how broken she was and she let out all her pain and night bled into nightfall as she withered like a rose left to die, with no water to help her grow.

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