Beautiful

"Mom, isn't the world beautiful?" A little girl asked her mother in her sweet, melodic and completely harmless voice with a hint of a Australian accent. Her bouncy, long,  ginger curls waving with the cool air of Autumn, her bangs covering her eyes perfectly.

"Yes, it is sweetie" The mother answered in her kind voice, that had an Australian accent, but there was a hint of something in her voice as well, something the little girl couldn't understand. Her blond locks swaying with the cool air, she chocolate, brown eyes looking at her daughter.

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"Dad, isn't the world beautiful?" The little girl asked her father, jumping up and down on the cement, where they were standing, her long, ginger curls bouncing with each jump she takes, her bangs still covering her eyes.

The father didn't answer and looked at the little girl worriedly, but after a few seconds forced a "Yes sweetie" it sounded sad, but he tried forcing his voice to sound happy for the little girl. His ginger hair slumping down, his crystal blue eyes filled with sadness.

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Kill Yourself

You're Nothing

Go Jump Off A Cliff

You Are Worthless

No One Likes You

You're Ugly

GO DIE!!

Words of what little kids have said to the poor little girl.

Bullied but never once has she told them to stop.

She lets them.

Lets them call her names.

Lets them kick her.

She never does anything to stop it.

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"Why can't anyone understand the world is beautiful! Everyone is beautiful! Why can't anyone see that!?" The little girl yelled, standing outside on the garden she said is beautiful, tears flowing down his fair, soft cheeks.

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"You were such a wonderful girl" The mother said as she cried, in front of the little girl's grave, the father was besides the mother, crying as well as he held his crying wife.

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The mother sat in front of the TV as news of hurricanes, earthquakes, forest fires, torn buildings, floods, wars, tornadoes, etc...

She went to the garden the little girl onced called it beautiful.

It has been dead for years.

Nothing left to see.

She cried as she stood in front of the dead garden, reminding her what her little girl once said.

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A story of a blind little girl, who still thought of everything and everyone beautiful, she couldn't see, poor little thing also had cancer and has been fighting it since birth, she couldn't fight any longer and died, a tragic death.

Memories of her still flood the parents mind whenever they see the dead garden, that the little girl still called beautiful, or whenever they see news of disasters, that the little girl would still call beautiful. She heard everything but thought different than normal people.

She thought positively.

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