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Member Since: July 2008

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A long figure stands at the top of the flats. Her long black hair falling of her long black robe flowing behind her. Just walking up and down on the edge of life and death.  Her eyes full of hurt and anger as one single tear escapes her eye. Her face weathered from loss and depression. The black eyeliner around her eyes is smudged and faded from crying. She hugs her robe around her. One can touch her. Up there she thinks she’s safe.  Her heart cold and black, nothing can touch it not even the warm touch of love. She learnt her lesson. Love is black. She looks down on the world, so alien and unreal. She remembers what it was like down there. What it was like to be loved. Her fists clench all the hurt and pain comes back. Back to that day. She turns to watch the sun come up on another day of life. She sighs, just wanting to get free from it all. She puts her mask on and smiles like she always does. Another day to live on auto-pilot.  Or hopefully she’ll relived from it all.


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