Her steps quiet and lost, the purpose missing in all that is spoken. Words irrelevant to that which encompasses her as time drags upon the world of men. Deceit and betrayal known only to her mind, as love is erased by the cold forboding that engulfs her. The sunlight that seemed so welcoming at first sight as child, has turned harsh and cruel against the eyes and mind. Love, eradicated by the cold and frigid winter that consumes the world. Trees hovering above her in all their glory, speaking of that which only age could tell. Soft snow drifting along the wind, clinging to her hair as she feels her last warm breath leaver her, drifting off into the world where she is forgotten.
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