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Bare feet, flawless porcelain skin, standing on an old wooden swing... hidden away in the forest. The combination of the feet and the knees, propels her body back and forth causing her to sway slowly with the wind. Her hands grasp the rusty chains attached to the tree above and she softly whispers something which is unable to be heard. Suddenly tired of standing she steps down from the swing, her feet stepping into the grass below. It is soft as it goes between her toes, and she walks away from the swing taking small steps. Abruptly she sinks to the ground, her face pale... she wraps her arms around her knees and bows her head. A solitary tear soon appears traveling down her face, ending its trail at her chin as she wipes it away. She wishes to get up and continue home but she is frozen in place, struck by the overwhelming emotion she has been trying to hide away for days, yet now unable to pretend any longer. (A normal person at this point would assume a boy, a long time lover, had shattered her heart... however you would be sadly mistaken) Overwhelmed by an unending sickness in the past months she had traveled to the doctor a few days prior, only to discover after endless hours of poking and proding that she was dying. Dying with an uncurable disease that had overtaken her body and was slowly eating away at her health. Soon her flawless porcelain skin would be seen on display one last time before it was put beneath the earth. Her life was coming to a close and she did not know how to cope with it. All her past mistakes, and regrets were throwing themselves into the front of her mind and she was trying to make peace with it all. She was only seventeen... she had barely lived and now she would have to say goodbye. Her parents had given her these last couple days to deal with it, promising not to tell a soul until she was ready. She would never be ready for this. How could any person be ready for death, when they had barely even lived? Yet that was the way it was; and she knew she could hide no longer. She got up slowly, and her feet carried her towards home, leaving faint footprints in the moist ground... A few weeks later her footprints in the forest are gone, as well as her body. Still she has left footprints in the hearts of those who loved her.