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I look into her dark cold eyes, eyes that were once filled to their rim with bold happiness, love, fun, and life. But saddly now they seem to be so cold, dark, and haunting, Her soul is buried so deep within her, the heart that she contains is freezing, as you take a look in her eyes you see she wants to be free! . You can hear her haunting voice screaming why can’t you just let me be me. With tears floating down both our faces, we’re both placed in spared places in this race of life with nobody at our side to help us in our dying need of aid. I look deeper into her hers only to see her heat and soul locked in a little box with the key thrown away, there’s a demon forming a dark cloud set out to take over her body. Try to corrupt her mind. She screams for help with no one answering. I moved toward her trying to save her but I can’t there seem to be a block with this piece of glass. My tears grew stronger, for I knew there’s away to save her. As I paused to think, I look around for an idea to come to mind. Kindly looking into her eyes, I feel all the pain in her that I can see. I look onto the ground for a rock as I found one I picked it up getting ready to throw. With my eyes full of tears I look into hers getting ready to let go . . .  “CRASH” into the glass, with the pieces falling down to the floor. On the mirror I see her face with a smile saying thank you, then as her face slowly disappears into the dark her haunting eyes of pain leave a permanent scar into my mind. It scars over my mind I oh how much I thank her for being that kind. As I close my eyes at night I see her  eyes. Counting down till the day will come well the scars of her eyes disappear for my heart.