No Need to Cry

Her room was filled with the things from childhood. The little girly things a teenager holds onto as she transitions into becoming a young woman. 

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A Simple Tear

The fading sun softly outlined her form with a delicate glow.  A solitary tear emerged in the corner of her eye.

I Am Another Yourself

As his armies feasted on the horror that is war, conquering all that would stand in his way, he began to hear a faint and distant cry within...