Placidity on the surface, facade of tranquility. Her deep scars hidden behind a false smile. The bright luster faded from her once blithe eyes. Burst of emotions biding their time to spit out their scornful words. The plaster that keeps her face copacetic begins to crumble. The quiet innocent voice that once became her is haunted with deep cynical notes. For the moment, the heart stops beating. Ice replaces warmth. Hate replaces love. Bitterness replaces joy. She decays into her own melancholy. This moment is short lived. The instant will soon leave her still pure face. And she will return to the statuesque beauty.
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