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Magic
Once apon a time, there was a girl who people thought they knew. They thought she was an open book; like she had no secrets. They all thought she was one of the happiest girls around. Everyone was wrong about her though. She did laugh and smile by day, but she also cried by night. She had secrets she didnt dare tell. One of those secrets was that she liked to draw. Unfortunetly, there was a twist to her story. Instead of using a pen or pencil as a drawing utensil, she used a blade. She replaced paper with her own skin. It was almost like magic; she would draw with silver, and it would come out red. By drawing this way, all the pain she kept bottled up inside would turn into physical pain. It relieved her pain temporarily. There was a bad thing about this though. It left terrible scars apon her skin. Who would love her with all of her scars? When most people see her scars, they leave her. They cant love her... Maybe no one ever will. Possibly she wont be here one day...
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