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Nobody noticed..
The way her hair bounced off of her shoulder with every step she would take was mesmerizing. Her eyes resembled a mix of the clearest ocean and the lightest color of grass, and when she was happy you'd see the smile shine through her eyes. However, her eyes told of a story in which her mouth would never motion to sound. Her arms told the story in which her mouth was too afraid to speak, yet the same story you would see her eyes scream every time she blinked.
On the hottest days of the year, she would be the girl wearing a long sleeve shirt with bracelets still covering her wrists to the inside of her elbow. When she would go swimming, she would have on shorts that covered her legs up to her mid thigh, no matter how confident she was in her body.
Every day it seemed things were getting worse, that there would never be a day that flashed as bright as her smile did. She always tried to reach our to people to try and help herself.. But nobody seemed to care.
While she was losing blood every night through her veins, the look on her eyes showed just as much pain. Why'd nobody notice?
She was 13 at the time that I met her, four years later and I'm the reason that she's here. I was her savior, but where was she when I needed saving?
On the hottest days of the year, she would be the girl wearing a long sleeve shirt with bracelets still covering her wrists to the inside of her elbow. When she would go swimming, she would have on shorts that covered her legs up to her mid thigh, no matter how confident she was in her body.
Every day it seemed things were getting worse, that there would never be a day that flashed as bright as her smile did. She always tried to reach our to people to try and help herself.. But nobody seemed to care.
While she was losing blood every night through her veins, the look on her eyes showed just as much pain. Why'd nobody notice?
She was 13 at the time that I met her, four years later and I'm the reason that she's here. I was her savior, but where was she when I needed saving?
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