The walls her coffin, she laid in state mourning the loss of the definition of love. Eyes closed, she watched the pain slip away from her soul. One by one, they passed by, dropping flowers on her chest, crying from the loss of the girl who loved the boy with arsenic-laced lies.
I enjoy fictional writing, and creating fantasies in my head. It's a dark place in there, and sometimes, I even scare myself.
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well written
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