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and every morning it seems, a hollow shell of shattered dreams and forgotten hopes lay cocooned sleeping passively, enclosed.
the shell of a little girl who once shone with light in the darkness, slowly but unwillingly leaves her safe haven, a place where she was troubled not.
it makes it to school, a gloomy shadow looking over her flowers which once radiantly blossomed, alas - even a white rose has a black shadow.
where light one was, darkness settled.
she spends her days amongst smiles, to hide her etching frowns and tears which stained like blood. she spends her days talking subconsciously loud, deafening, to drown out the patronising thoughts.
she is a hostage to her own mind, scattered around like reflected light. a million places for a million pieces, a million pieces of a million shattered dreams.
and she goes through the days, trudging sombrely - like of a sea of people and - like a man wandering Hades' chambers, she drags her hollow shell back home.
