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Oooh does she wish she would have asked that one question. A simple four word question. She said she would, she SWORE she would, but she could not take it. Take the thought of a two lettered answer. One of the things she dreads most about this endless torture called life. She has that feeling in her which she has felt some many a times before. It's a feeling she gets when ever she says she will do something and she just does not. She tries to make up some excuse to avoid the cold hard truth, but she knows it is there, lurking around every corner. She looks in the mirror and she sees someone who does not belong in this place, a person who no one would accept. Yes, she has a great personality, but that is not the problem. It is the fact that she see herself as an ugly girl who no one would enjoy staring at. This little fact puts her tender wounded heart in it's own grave, never to rise to the surface with it's original glory. She hides behind a barrier, not a mask, but an iron barrier, pure and solid except for one door. A door she fears to open. For every time she dares touch it, it burns her, it throws her back. And even if what is behind the door is not that bad, her fear would get the better of her, and she would turn away. She wonders what is behind the door constantly, but she is always to afraid. She thinks that maybe it is best just to lock the door forever and melt the key into an iron sphere. But she is too curious. It is an endless cycle of fear and curiosity. She hopes constantly that a person will come along and show her the way out of this loop. Everyday she waits, silently. So patient, so keen to her surroundings. And when she finds a glimpse of hope, she is afraid to try and let it in, so she buries an even deeper hole for her heart to hide in. Again, never to return to the surface.