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     Her golden eyes closed, the light they gave off faded. Her long eyelashes now touched her pale cheeks. Her red lips parted and a sigh escaped. Her perfect blonde ringlets lay at odd angles around her head. One arm lay stretched out, as if to reach for help. The other hand clutched at her chest. The young women's dress lay uniformly around her. It would look like she was sleeping except for the blood that covered her dress and hand, the hand that had tried to keep her precious life blood from leaving her body, but had ultimately failed. The blood pooled now, slowly creeping across the marble floor. All she had bee

      How do you tell what bittersweet is? Do you laugh and cry? Is it something to do with the way things taste upon your tongue? Or is it when you can't laugh or cry. All you feel is confusion, when someone you love says: "Don't you want me to be happy?". Are they an idiot? Of course you want them to be happy, but not with someone else. You want them to be happy with you. Is bittersweet that feeling you get when you see someone you love walking, talking, holding hands with someone else? You know the feeling, where it feels like your heart is being ripped out, your knees go weak, and you feel like bursting into tears. But then you see how ha

Why can't you listen Why can't you see Do you even care What it's doing to me? Stress is building My vision is blurring My feelings or yours Does it matter anymore? What am I to you? Family… or a toy?