Scars of a withering heart

The little girl. Her long hair was chestnut brown. Her eyes piercing green. Her dress was embodied with roses. She was magical. She desired to seem magical. The truth is, her lovely locks would soon be detached. Sadness will fill her eyes. Her beautiful red dress will fade away.

Behind her dress, eyes and hair.. Her soul was rotting away, her heart was withering, her bones were aching. This little girl was gasping for air, choking on her own breath. Words unformed stuck in her throat. Oh, the power these words hold. Her withering heart pumps blood to her body.. faintly. She’s alive. Smile because she’s alive.




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