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dancing always on a razors edge. jumping the border of life and death. so close had she come, too many times, where she could not take back life.
sorrow consumed her every being. mocking her ever failing will to live. she knew oh too well that this tragedy would strike and push her past the waters' edge. drowning in a sea of hate. loathing controling her soul.
for how could she love? how could she ever find love when all beauty was gone. it had vanished like a dream that one just could not seem to remember. beauty of the world had gone, and turned to dismal pasty gray.
tragedy was eating her alive. what was left to do, but give up hope and die?
sorrow consumed her every being. mocking her ever failing will to live. she knew oh too well that this tragedy would strike and push her past the waters' edge. drowning in a sea of hate. loathing controling her soul.
for how could she love? how could she ever find love when all beauty was gone. it had vanished like a dream that one just could not seem to remember. beauty of the world had gone, and turned to dismal pasty gray.
tragedy was eating her alive. what was left to do, but give up hope and die?