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And the scars from the blade that remain on the wrists of an elderly Mrs. Strange have faded...
She smiles knowingly as if reading my thoughts
The distactions of youth abated...
The eyes alone tell the tale.
"We have seen all and know no fear."
Liberated.
A survivor.
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