She looked up,
clarity in her every movement,
but sometimes the perfect things are the broken ones, and
she felt as cold as ice, and
she saw all white, all around.
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All White, All Around
RandomI have no idea where this story is going, it all started on one Sunday night when I got really, really bored and had a considerably light homework load. Please take a minute to stop by and tell me what you think. Thanks so much! -AL Reive
