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Can you see past her pale reflection through the current situation & into her deep eyes where the pressure subsides She is dying a slow death, you cannot detect the reason behind the screams because her tongue lyes and speaks only what is understood The truth is locked and hidden deep inside the dying She walks with them, although they have never met, only her mind knows where she wants to be and where she is when they walk away.
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