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       .:Like Poison In Your Veins, I'm A Constant Reminder Of
       Something Lost:.
   DIR By: BrEeZy
       Date: March 18, 2013, 10:11 pm
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       [center]Shattered. Funny thing about that word. The first thing
       that seems to pop into everyone's mind is glass. The shards
       scattered along the floor, glistening with whatever made the
       broken things light up. Perhaps it's the fresh rain falling from
       the sobbing sky, or the weak moonlight streaming through the
       gaping hole that was once a window that shut out the swaying
       outside. Yeah. Oh yes it's some humorous how everyone thinks
       about glass. But I'm not glass.
       Boy did she ache! Intensely skinny limbs curled over the solid
       ground as a toned down she-cat uncurled from her uncomfortable
       position from the rocky soiled ground. Lifting her sharp head
       gently her clear eyes focused  on one thing, and one thing only.
       Herself. The rest of her world was a piercing buzz buried deep
       in her soul, and the depths of her clouded mind. Oh how she
       ached. This headache was a constant battle that she rarely won
       over the course of her day. Just another reason why she should
       get up, right? Right...
       As much as SheerPaw willed herself to press onward, perhaps drag
       her withered form across the camp and fetch some prey for
       herself...Revolting, even the sight of fresh kill sent her
       stomach on a roller coaster ride.
       Her ribs could be outlined even on the darkest of nights and her
       hollow eyes never seemed to see whatever was in front of her
       properly. Her mind had retreated into a major depression, and
       refused to answer the door of knocking fellow clanmates.
       I'm just a useless slug. The poor feline thought as she slumped
       down, her spine arching in a way that would make any ordinary
       cat cringe at the sight of it. Let them stare.[/center]
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