[font="times new roman"] They are the beautiful, the young, and the very, very brave. Knocked down like barricades in the bloodiest of battles, nothing represses them more than the infesting fear of the loss of love from those we thought loved us the most. For is it not the wounds that stain their clothing, it is the heartbreak that eats away at their souls. However, there remains irony, for their hearts are not so much broken, as they are sick. Sutures put together and ripped apart in the most violent of fashions, only to be left infected with flesh eating bacteria that eats away and eats away despite their valiant attempts at recovery. They are who you least expect. They are the ever-smiling, the ever-flawless. Statuesque eyes with an abhorrent after-taste. Preposessing auras with repugnant secrets. What more is there left to say...[/font]