Twisted & Torn: Wild Flower
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Prologue....
There was girl who once lived here. She was broken, in so many ways. No one really remembers her face, let alone her name. Truth betold, I never really knew her name. I arrived too late. But I hear stories...whispers...yelling... all in my mind. She was never a threat, except maybe to her self. She was quite self-destructive. I dream of the girl. Blonde hair with shiny grey eyes. She smiles and waits there quietly. This girl I see her everywhere yet no where at all.... But I see memories, of her screaming and crying... because only for a moment can she reach peace. Only for a moment can she truly reach me.
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