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“I see you. Oh yes I see you invisible woman. Your dark hair and torn white elegance, bring the essence of a lost dream. Come off the forest floor, love. This dark place does not suit you, and you do not deserve it. Do you know who you are dear? Have you found your name? Of course not. Here is my hand... Do not flinch miss; take it. I offer it only with peace and love, and it is indeed only for you. That's better love. Show the world your wonderfully green eyes, your stunning high cheek bones. Will you sing for us? The decision is yours, of course. These scars on you wrists, chains- Yes? They may fade, and they may not. Though, it doesn't matter. You are still here. Let us leave this vile place. You don't belong here.”
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