The birds chirped around outside her windows, the sun shove above high, casting it's illuminate glow, rey's of sunshine surrounding the place, and the butterflies flitted around, fluttering their pulchritudinous appendages, seeking out for their next flower, finding comfort in their freedom.FreedomA Pulchritudinous and splendid word.Freedom. Which everyone are entitled to have.Freedom. Something which she wasn't entitled to have.As she was just a mere object, a tool to be used for HIS satisfaction.She, a beautiful butterfly with splintered wings.She was his butterfly, and he had shattered her colors into charcoal black and dark ashes, he had clipped her wings into mere pieces and now she was left with nothing but emptiness and the dark wickedness surrounding her. Her eyes, which were once full of life, were dead and lifeless, counting days for her own death each passing second, trying to find her tranquility , solace and serendipity in death itself.Life was so hard.Life is
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