Unmoved she sat in solitariness wrapped in self imposed seclusion .Choking and crumpling within widening and contracting heart walls by woeful reflections.
Her body was high on weed and fever which she caught last weekend when she tried to drown in the english channel.
The water beneath had turned red with the drops oozing from her wrist through a cut ,tiny compared to the deep scars on hands and soul.
Today her alter ego stood comforting her in psychic hallucinations and the consciousness deceased, making her fall to the traps inside an imaginary world.
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