Her View
She never considered herself drop dead gorgeous. Yet she knew her soul was where her true beauty radiated. She loved with a passion so rarely found. The love she had given unconditionally, seemed to always been taken for granted. Or perhaps she loved with a passion so intense, it could make even the strongest man feel inferior of such greatness.
The heart in her chest, wild and untamable. Rattling within the cage of her ribs. Torn, broken and damaged. Unrequited love leaving a gash much too deep to heal. She's far too weary to continue fighting a battle that can't seem to be won. Her heart deteriorating, after each lost battle. Becoming thinner and more delicate than hidaka washi. The slightest wind could cause it to crumble and blow away into nonexistence.
Tears decorating her face. Wondering... when did the world's passion, honor and loyalty die?
Tears decorating her face. Wondering... when did the world's passion, honor and loyalty die?
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