She's subtle.
Quiet.
Intentional.
Leaving silent pain in her wake.
She laughs... but it hurts inside.
Saying she won't heal.
But I believe that she can.
Scars.
Expressing fear,
Hatred.
But most of all,
She is hurt.
Hurt by the world of her own fear and hate.
She steps into the light with us
and shies into the darkness.
Black. Black. Black.
Leaving behind those who try and save her.
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