"The still sound of the cold rotted insides of her heart had been voiced around the lengths of the world. The insides of her mind rang with that single muttering noise, the noise of healing. The noise of her soul sewing up all its scattered peices and fixing them individually. What rang in her head now was not the sound of ripping , of rendering flesh, but that of warmth and understanding. It was unfamiliar to her, to her body and her mind, she hated it, yet loved it all at once. The one feeling in all the world that could tear down any boundry she put to place had entered her hollow soul. It shook her very being, Creda's delicate world began to crumble. Her curiosity had given her something she had never tried to obtain, she had never expected to find the one feeling in all the universe that would never be rid of. She had never expected to find Love."

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*2 1/2 hours.
*Adobe
*Thread
*Thought
*5 MM Lead Pencil.
*Patience