Bridge There was a beautiful and dark night sky. And there was a beautiful girl sitting on the edge of a bridge. She was wearing her handmade gothic-lolita-like-dress which she had made just for this special evening. There were no sleeves in it, so they could see the scars on her right arm. She was proud of them. After all they’d know she had felt pain. That someone had hurt her.Bridge
She was waving her legs against the sight of the black water. There was a deep fall under. She waved to her reflection. It didn’t wave back. She had waited for one whole hour. She was getting nervous. The pers
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Only a human mind could invent something as insipid as love...
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