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She clenches her teeth and bites on her lips in response to her unstable nerves.
she forces herself to plaster on a smile on her face, and tries to calm her voice to sound normal.
unconsciously as she speaks, her hands form fists and her nails leave dark red marks on her delicate hands.
Her chest burns as her anxiety increases from the hatred and anger that is growing inside her.
she becomes a hypocrite as she feigns happiness and friendliness when in reality she is turning into a vicious being thirsting for blood.
Envy has penetrated her skin and is running wild through her veins infecting her once innocent and now vulnerable soul. She cannot help but envy all of those who have found happiness and love. It got to a point where she even envied her best friend who had always been there to support her.
Her never ending jealousy had easily taken over her life.

She uses all her will power to try and conceal the monster within her.
once the overwhelming sensation passes she builds a wall to keep others out and to keep her vulnerability locked inside away from the world.
when someone is able to see past her walls, she resorts to lying and refuses to accept the help from others.
she would rather die than have anyone ever pity her.
Her Pride keeps her in the claws of her inner demons.

She is unable to discover her true self.
her frustrations of being born into a world in which she never belonged to, makes her crave for unreasonable possessions.
she has everything a girl could ever want and yet her heart is never satisfied and yearns for more.
the more she gets the more empty she feels inside, her inability to satisfy the Greed inside of her, brings her to tears that eventually run dry.

She is lost in this cruel world and longs for someone to love and devour her.
she is incapable of loving herself and does not know how to love anyone or anything.
the touch and feel of having another person crave her is enough to get her through the day.
she is burning with a fever as he caresses her body.
she wants more and more each time.
she falls deeper and deeper into an abyss of Lust, and drifts further away from what she truly desires, love.

The morning after she gave into her temptation she finds herself with tears of anger and disgust in her lifeless eyes.
her shame slowly converts itself into pure anger, not only towards the man who used her just as she used him but towards the world itself.
the anger boils inside her and from that anger Wrath takes over.
she reaches for the night stand and tightly grasps a pocket knife.
the comforting sensation of a blade makes her her quiver but the anger and pain she feels makes her go through with it.
the man that she had shared her body with no longer breathes, for his body is nothing more than a soul less carcass.
Her hands once pure are now trembling as she lays in bed drenched in a strangers blood.
her anger and intense pain remain and will not let her sleep.

She seeks comfort but finds none in the cold stares of those around her.
Her conscience is unable to cope with all the guilt she holds in her heart.
She turns to food as her comfort for she cannot find any other source of peace.
Gluttony is the only entity that is able to bring her a moment of joy in her sad existence.

Everyday is the same for her, nothing ever changes.
she makes friends and as soon as they get to close she puts up her walls and they abandon her.
she would rather avoid people than to ever be betrayed again.
then one day she found herself unwilling to get out of bed.
she lay in bed for hours not moving a single muscle.
she had lost herself in the crevices of her mind.
she had finally escaped the life she hated and feared so much, she never again found the strength or the will to move from that bed.
Some say Sloth had taken over but how can it take over when her life had ended years before ?

She withered away waiting for someone to rid her of her pain..but no one ever showed up, not even the people who claimed to care about her or the one she thought loved her. Eventually her existence was forgotten, erased from every ones memories as if she had never existed.