Warm, salty droplets trickled down her pale cheeks and fell into the ground. She ran her fingers over the bumpy scabs on her legs, and, with a force she was unaccustomed to, ripped them open. Her blood mingled with her tears on the muddy ground as she hunched over and watched her pain trickle away and stain the fallen daisies.
Author: tinkerbelleView this story's details
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