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I trace my finger tips over the black ink needled into my skin . The simple thin black lines drawn over my skin , forming two small methamorphis , reminding me of the souls that left this wretched world too soon . It's sorrowful to think that , once upon a time , my world was complete , my life was innocent and filled with excitement . To know everything can change in the blink of an eye . To know your life can turn upside down in a span of a few seconds . Yet , here I sit and wallow , while I have a family , being able to give me happiness . I glance down at the phone in my hands , listening to it ring and ring and ring , until finally she answers .
Her distraught face comes into view , her green eyes sullen with dark circles rimmed underneath . Her face seems pale and dull ,
