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His voice had never sounded so cold. With his sharp tongue and hurtful words, they'd all pierce right through me. A needle to a piece of cloth, a knife to a cake, scissors to paper. Skin was so simple to break open, sharp objects, or even the bluntest of weapons. Sobbing; she shouts out to the dark sky in hopes someone would hear her pleas for help. Silence. Nothing but the cold howling wind screaming back at her. Taunting her, just like everyone would to her.