"FIRST PERSON P.O.V"...
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Lips, Lipstick...
Painted lips, deep maroon red painted lips, bun tied black hair, Red fitted short gown, emerald green eyes, it was all dead!...
Everything about me was dead, my life was a joke, a abomination of existence..
It was clear to see, it was obvious, it was lifeless, my wandering eyes was, it wanders away, it looks at my reflection in the mirror, it was dead, but yet again, there was nothing surprising about that fact..
My eyes moves away, I got no time to spare, there was no time to waste, it stares at the clock..
12:45 it reads, I was lucky, life chose to spare me this time, I didn't die yet before I save her..
My weary fed up soul would ever be grateful that my eyes didn't close shut for good, I did not pass out till dawn, but yet again, I wish I were dead...
It was unbearable, but I can nothing about it...
I am a year older now, 19 years I am, but yet again, I wish I was never born..
It was far better than this...
