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Ignorance kills.

No one had known and no one had seen. She was covered only in sterilized, cauterized wounds and somehow that made them less guilty, less damned, than she was for leaving a world that she wasn't needed in. Hated. Ignored. Alone. Terrified. Used. a Sacrifice. 

People pass into (and out of) our lives constantly, like the ceaseless ebb of the restless tides. Some people almost seem to "flit" past; we see them, become acquaintances, converse, then they are gone. They are like shadows to you. In the night of the duration of your relationships with these people, a light emitted by the word "acquaintance" casts the shadow. You know there is a real person there, possessor of the shado...