Pale, hazel eyed angel slowly hits the floor. She kept on asking for just one more burning sensation down her throat, bitter taste kisses her lips. She's loving the view behind these new set of eyes and she giggles and they whisper that she might die. The odd thing is she feels just fine. Freckles lost against the cold tan tile, arms under her sudden movement like a rollercoaster; next thing she does is open her eyes. "I'm fine, I'm fine" as her tiny toes tap down the silent hallway, sad, lonely, looking for the arms of a boy who does not love her. Smile escapes her lips as she sees him past the door. Pale, hazel eyed angel slowly hits the floor and into a sleep with kisses on her neck and sweet nothings in her ear. Poor little girl, she only wanted just one more.
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