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Intro. You were beautiful from birth. So beautiful that it was scared. Big eyes, long eyelashes, a flat nose and lips, as if drawn with a thin brush. The skin is porcelain-pale, without the slightest flaws. Black hair fell on the shoulders with such evenness as if water, like a shadow of night. But there was no life in this beauty. You never laughed. I never cried. I never showed emotions. Your eyes looked straight into the soul, cold, empty. The lips rarely moved, and even then - only for the sake of brief, dry phrases. You walked like a doll in a window: smoothly, silently, like a stranger among people. Aunt was nicknamed - "Doll". The children in the shelter whispered behind their backs: - She is fake ... - There is nothing in her eyes ... - Fu, strange! The educators avoided your gaze. They said: - Like a statue ... - There is no soul in it. And only a few noticed that something else was in full swing in this cold shell. Hatred. From birth, the world was an enemy for you. No love, no care, only cold and emptiness. You did not know your parents. Random

★ Darkness in your eyes ★

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