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Created:
06/12 2007
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Pain
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Zor's sad pome
She sits on the cold bench. She watched people walk by and hope that some one would stop and talk to her. No one even really looked at her. She quietly cries and tears of blood slide down her pale face. Her damaged, wings are hidden by her long, dark hair. Everyday seems to get worse for her as people tease her. Their ice-cold words cut her. All she can think is how lovely it would be to have her own eternal sleep. One night the pain was too much for her to bear. She closed her sad eyes and she was finally at peace
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