Mi Bella Luz

Mi Bella Luz

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WpMetadataReadConcluida vie, oct 26, 201217m
Tristeza, soledad, angustia, dolor, lo único que ella tenía. Encerrada, sola, sin nadie, vacía. Libertad al alcance, pero tan lejos a la vez, eso era todo lo que podía ofrecerle esa ventana, de aquella noche, donde todo cambiaria. Rabia, es todo lo que el poseía, o eso parecía, eso mostraba, ¿era todo? Cuanto misterio podía ocultar su encierro, ella no lo sabía, pero pronto lo iba a descubrir...
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Fear

" Revenge is sweeter than honey " A revenge story... A girl sat , in the chair looking at the elderly man she called 'father' . Who was bleeding and crying , each of his crying widening the sick grin on her face. The whimpers of the so called "Strong man" was a pleasure coursing and ramming through her body. His each tears soothing the burning ember in her heart. Her eyes void of anything humane , any humanity missing from her body. They say heart is a place where a human is supposed to store love and everyone has it , but when she looks at the broken pieces of her heart she can't even find the bits and pieces of love. There is nothing in her , no emotion , no love nothing. Absolute replica of a empty shell. " The malevolence was shining in her eyes , dancing like a drunk teenager. the anger and hatred clouding her iris , her eyes , if read properly , were an open book. " The absolute coldness , the hatred was deep inside her heart , her anger was burning , burning away her own soul and turning it into ashes. For , Crying is a luxury , she could never afford.

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