My GF had a miscarriage. after months of morning sickness and no periods...recordings, pictures, the whole experience...All those books on how to raise a child....one day she woke up and wouldn't stop bleeding...I asked "what wrong"? she just kept crying, and wouldn't stop...I kept asking, "what's wrong, what's wrong?? Words couldn't come out of her mouth but only tears from her eyes....I knew then, we lost our angel...I could feel my eyes being teary but I couldn't...not because she was crying but because I've seen her deal with pain before, but this time, she just broke down...I closed my eyes...because seeing her in that state was too much for me

Young girl in a concrete jungle....full of terror.
She has suicidal tboughts daily because she sees no reason to live...All hope is lost....
She constantly defends herself against antagonist fists...but she flashes a smile while spilling her emotions...she had to learn the hard way that there can never be any chemistry with any guy....why?? Because she was violated by the boy next door....
So no longer are flashy hand bags and heels on her wishlist...her lipstick is replaced with war paint and heels with boots...cause more pain is inevitable with these predators...no nail polish is needed cause she breathes fire....she spits on everyone that told her she isn't pretty enough, skinny enough or smart enough....