“She's her parents' pride and joy. Her skin as soft as cotton, clear as glass, hair silkier than silk, hourglass-shaped body—she was a gift from the gods themselves. They loved her, worshipped her. Yet she weeps as the silence surrounds her, alone, hugged by ghosts that she craves. Slowly she disappears into the stereotypes people expect her to be. She was never a person; rather, she was a puppet, a perfect picture, a reflection of one's greed and definition of perfections cost.”
6d ago
May 29, 2026 at 6:41 AM UTC
“She's her parents' pride and joy. Her skin as soft as cotton, clear as glass, hair silkier than silk, hourglass-shaped body—she was a gift from the gods themselves. They loved her, worshipped her. Yet she weeps as the silence surrounds her, alone, hugged by ghosts that she craves. Slowly she disappears into the stereotypes people expect her to be. She was never a person; rather, she was a puppet, a perfect picture, a reflection of one's greed and definition of perfections cost.”
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