The Cycle Of Pain I. Innocence and Naïvety. That was my name. A soft smile. A painted blush On a round face. And spray of freckles. Deep blue eyes seeking beauty in shadows. II. Exposure. That was what happened. A tight-lipped smile. A startled blush On a hollowed face. A flurry of freckles. Darkened eyes franticly searching for that beauty again. III. Aftershocks That continued long after. An absent minded smile. A shameful blush On a tear stained face. A smattering of freckles. Blurry eyes staring dead at the beaded lines. IV. Recovery...? That's still being worked on. A pensive smile. A brighter blush On a hardened face. An array of freckles. Deep blues eyes trying to focus ahead. V. Repeat.
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