May 23rd, 2012

Her stomach twisted and turned with fear. She yearned to run, to frolic through some sort of flower with her hair billowing in the wind like a cheesy girl comedy, she wanted freedom, distance, simplicity. But her coffin was beckoning her with the gentle tug of its chain around her waist, she had to stay.

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