A blank stare comes across her sickly dull face as she struggles to keep her head up high she is reliving the happiness that wounded her soul. She is tired of the world hanging on her every move she can no longer keep this game up. She is living a poor life because she can no longer help herself nor others. She has been left alone fighting for the dream to become better and not have to struggle though anything. She is a blank stare that looks into your soul.