No one knew where she came from,
Her ancestry lost in the sands of time,
Like water ebbing away from the sea side.
Yet she was beautiful, a woman adorned with the true beauty crafted only by the hands of Nature Himself, the beauty desired by men who were true men.
She was strong, able to weather whatever came her way. Her only “flaw” was her heart.
Hers was a heart of gold, but she put it in the hands of another, willing to trade that which was precious for fleeting pleasures in the arms of a thief. Now that which was precious has been destroyed,left to rot like money in the dust.
Now that which was precious has lost all value and all that is left is a wish and a hope and a promise of a bittersweet tomorrow.
Hers was a sweet story gone sour, hers was a horror story…
Her name not worth mentioning anymore…
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