She dwelled in her pain, time and again. Sometimes she felt that was the only real thing in her life. The pain endures, said one of the voices in her mind. Had she the will to see it any other way? Sometimes she did.
She looks at the outside world like someone who sees a diferent reality. With a mist of curiosity and a somewhat disbelief...
Others perceive her as an odd person, a little bit distant in her approach to everybody else. Not quite as a rude or sad person, just ... a little distant.
That's because she's very good at keeping her to herself.
sábado, 3 de abril de 2010
She
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