I Walk Alone
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Ongoing11m
Last published Mon, Aug 26, 2013
~ I look down at my wrists, but any traces of my scars has vanished. I rush to the bathroom and peer into the mirror; My face is suddenly completely clear. No pimples or blemishes of any kind. My dark hair is lighter, bouncier, and shinier. My pink lips curl up in a smile at my new appearance. But then I look closer. My eyes... my eyes are a burning red. ~
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