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To everyone else , She is just a girl, dark eyes, dark hair, with a soft wavy curl. Polite and funny to her family and friends, kind and generous, and brave to the end. She stands for freedom, liberty and truth, she defeats evil at its very roots. She wears armour of silver and white, like an avenging angel that rides from the light, her sword sings as it burns bright, and brings her enemies down with its righteous bite. In truth she is a knight of the Gods, born and bred to live where mortals trod, to keep them safe from the evils of the night, using the power of the Gods and their might. She is their chosen warrior true, giving and tak

Each day I wait for the inevitable, for the darkness that creeps in slowly, for the despair to set in as it always does, for my bones to feel old and heavy. I should not feel this sorrow so young, the material world so perfect, but inside grows my turmoil, at never having what I wanted. Day by day I know his ways, He's there when I go back home, After eight to five of exhausting work, I feel I can't put up with him anymore. But what can I do but dream and hope, That today passes by as always, I sit here at my laptop. I hear him screaming downstairs. My sister she want him dead, or wants to die herself, my mother I do not know, what she is