When people wake thier nightmars end.
Hers didnt.
All her friends were gone.
Cause they were shadows.
When she was the sun.
But in the dark they dissapeared.
Her life was sad.
Because when people asked if she was okay.
She said "I'm used to it".
She was always known.
As the girl with the smile.
No one knew her true pain.
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Death
Short StoryJust another hurt person in this world so here is part of my story.
