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People say eyes are a window into the soul. This girls eyes spoke a story that not many can say they experienced. I looked into those blacked and bruised eyes of emerald and all I saw was the suffering. As I looked I saw the pain. I saw the neglect and despair that her father brought onto her. I saw her heart break after her dad hit her mom for the first time. First she was lost as what to do but her mother told her to stay out of it so she did. An 8 year old with tears in her eyes is all that appeared when I looked deeper into her eyes but then I saw the true pain she suffered from the Satanic offspring that she called daddy. As I looked as deep as I could Isaw her father beat her mother. I saw his fist come down again and again with no mercy. I saw the blood pooling next to her mothers head. I saw her eyes gloss over. And I now saw the face of an 8 year old girl now motherless
Her beauty was unparalleled to even the gods themselves. Her hair of golden silk flowed over her rounded shoulders making her resemble an angel. Her eyes were that of an ocean being able to look into them and get lost as many people have before. Though all these feature were magnificent and angelic. Her smile was the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. Her bright red lips would peel back into a smile that could make anyone be glad they woke up that morning. This is the girl that every man dreams about but will never obtain. The unattainable goal which I have suffered through torment and ridicule to achieve because of the love I have for this girl. But I have finally realized the truth of the matter that I will never truly be loved for who I am and that I will not be accepted. I will forever live a life of false faces and mirrors. Hiding my true face behind as many barriers as I can throw up between me and the world. My life is worthless. I am worthless. I will forever be a peasant among kings. And I will forever bow my head to the abuse and torment. Aching to my core for release from this place people call home and which I call hell. But I can never pull the trigger. I can never kick the stool. I am stuck in this eternal hell suffering until god himself chooses I have suffered enough