Black, frizzy hair gently hangs over a full, sad face. Expressive brown eyes, set deep within their sockets, watch faithfully over the folk they've related to for so long. Fallen debris left a mark stretching from just under the left eye, first running towards her fairly big lips and ending under her left eye and leaves a heartbreaking memory of innocence long lost. THIS BOOK WAS INSPIRED BY MY ID IS GANGNAM BEAUTYAll Rights Reserved