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Mar 2019
Her eyes were white; frozen in the decay. I could still see the hate in her eyes. A odd green gray tint covers her face. I could see what’s left of her favorite red lip gloss. Her perfect blonde hair is all but gone. With guilt and revenge-her eyes turn red. Anger burns through her and consumes her soul. All that’s left are red eyes


And fire.
Written by
Mantha MW  19/F/Missouri
(19/F/Missouri)   
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