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Crimson. The colour of her lips.
Black. The very shade of her heart.
Her hair? Well no one knows. It changed often.
Wigs. She loved wigs. Perhaps to disguise.
Hiding her true identity is what she was particularly good at.
By day she loved to read.
Escape. Perhaps to escape.
She wore a necklace.
It was long and red with a small wooden cross at the dip.
She was magnetic. Where she was there was a crowd.
Normal. How she craved normal.
Noise deafened her perfect ears.
Silence she could not bear.
By night she was a sight to be seen.
Rarely without. A drink in hand.
She wanted more.
She had had enough.
Always being noticed.
Never being seen.
She loved the finer things.
Where did she go?