There's a little inspiration in the way she smiles when she's breaking inside. There's a little fire to her eyes when she strikes a match in your soul with her poetic words. But what happens when that fire dims down to nothing but fading embers? What's to happen when one morning... she wakes up.. and doesn't recognize the face staring back at her in the mirror?
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Story by TheForgottenOne
Embers
"She didn't go out to parties, she didn't mess around with guys, she never did anything unless it was by...