Done
Its like they were not excepting it you know her plight.
No longer did she yearn for these worldly things.
Each day she wondered why she was still here. Still suffering still utterly alone. They took everything from her and never once was there a sorry. Not once did they question what exactly she did wrong. But she was done here these worldly things were for the vain. There was no love here not ever did she want to come to this place again.
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