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with her fragile, pale, white skin,
so white that she has to hide
for the sun, because even the twilight would hurt her...
she's made in an easy melting material, not human.
she that says nothing.
has nothing to say, so she keeps her mouth shot.
eyes starring into the eternal nothing,
seeing what we cannot,
not seeing what we does.
silent.
yet, something about her is shouting,
it's a cry for help, as she covers herself in the darkness.
with a weapon in each hand,
protecting the pieces of her heart,
that she tore out and hid,
to keep it safe from more pain.
her eyes is glittering toward you, me.
not saying a word,
she told us more than anyone...
a story of the feelings,
too deep for us to feel.
so we let her be, in her dark hole,
safely protecting her dearest property.
till she fades, fades until she is nothing.
thus, I know;
that is what she wanted the most.
so we'll let her, let her be alone.
she was abandoned by her Maker,
programmed to protect,
she was left.