She walked the road of hardship always with her back to the world though through her tear stained face the mirror the world showed her seemed beautiful, it seemed to cry wolf.

She took the glass and carried it high to try and reflect what little beauty there was. Burning holes through the universe she through she heard it all cry wolf.

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