Did you see those tears rolling down her pale cheeks? Those eyes filled with anger and torment? She was just standing over the lifeless body with a 9mm gun in her shaking hands. Her laughter echoed around the silent room. It was not a laughter filled with supremacy or happiness, but of uncertainty. But why? Why did she laugh that night?
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It's that feeling that you want to go away, but sticks and sticks like glue on paper. You try to pull it off, but it just ends up tearing through everything that you have worked to make right.
Two young girls, Hana and Abby by name, have been walking…
