Category: Life
there once was a girl who didn't have much. she had aspirations but no family's touch. out in the world she dared to go, but she had not the support or experience to know. beyond the hills was a hiding place, it whispered sweet lies right to her face. she saw it as a beautiful escape and ventured towards this lovely estate. inside there were no walls and as the girl looked around she found an old box right on the ground. her fingers grasped the splintering lid and then lifted the weight to see what the box hid. before she could gasp or catch her scream, she saw her worst nightmarish dream. in the box, silent, serene, lay not gold or wine or any nice thing. the girl stared down and staring right back were two haunting eyes clouded and black. seeing herself dead and decaying in a coffin in a house where evil things were playing, she bolted in fear to find the door only to find one box more. she looked back at the other, lid still ajar, and wondered how she got in this graveyard. still she must know what lies in the second, she bit her fear as her nightmare beckoned. this box was smaller and in the wood were engravings of flowers and toys and children playing. surely this couldn't be as bad as the first, but when she opened the lid her terror got worse. the child that lay in this mini casing was also herself the girl was facing. younger and fragile, it seemed almost alive. the girl fell back and started to cry. she began to remember where she went wrong, her whole life was such a sad song. running now away from this place, the girl got lost in a graveyard maze. how was she supposed to know that all those grave stones were her own? those who knew her might have said, she messed up allot, and now she's dead. if you listen really good, you can sometimes hear that girl running through the wood. away from the horror that she saw; away from her life and away from it all.
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