but they don't shine as bright as they used too." said the mother to the girl.
"All I know, is that with every boy I kiss, the venom in my mouth spits a little sweeter." replied the girl.
"Are you not lonely?" asked the mother.
"As lonely as some but the voice that guides my heart is interrupted by the voice that guides my feet."
"...You are like the tree that bears no leaves."
"I am an empty shell that is constant in changing its ways, I serve no purpose, I just am."
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