Quite whispers tore her to peices. When their backs were turned, they stabbed her. Using words sharped then a knife t kill her living soul. She sat in her room, the windows closed and the light dimmed. She stared at the gun that stared her in the face, she contuined to think.
What am I to do? she thought, sighing and standing. She walked outside and down the street. A couple walked by and she started to power walk then run. Something was going on in her head, but no one knew what it was.
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