Ann

“I no longer see the poetry in life, for joyfulness is behind me and there is no reason to think that tomorrow shall be any different.” Ann continued coldly, the anger rising within her. “I see a path to death. I no longer see vibrant colour, I no longer have an urge to frolic in the forest merrily identifying sparrows and blackbirds like an oblivious infant. I see life for what it truly is- a wasted attempt at happiness only to have everything dear to you taken away. It is a game at which we all lose. Those closest to you smile at you one day and lay dead the day next. We give our heart only to have it torn in the end.” She took a deep breath, trembling with the need to keep herself under control though anger simmered inside of her. “Love leaves the deepest scars.”

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