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Dear Miss.Invisable

Next to me there's a girl, an in visable girl. Her dark hair is sprawled across the pale table making it look sinister. Her blackish brown eyes are lowered to the curls and her pale, thin, nimble fingers wind them around the tip making them red cherries next to a shadow. Two feet clawed in black boots swing uncontously. Her face is pixie ike and thin, wisps of run away hair curl up around her forehead. Her green stripped long sleeve is pushed up at her elbows exposing the ivory skin. But then the image dissolves and along with it my best friend. My best friend disolves from her post. Now I'm alone and she wont ever wake up from her deep deep sleep.





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