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Joynae Nov 2018
The feeling
The sudden realization that this would be all for nothing
The reality of this stung her
She stood there
In the dust and the dirt and the dim light
Her breathing calmed
A stray yellow tear trickled down her face
Still seeing the world through a br√łken lense
Still a kid with no idea of how to let go of this
Even Satan used to be an angel
My angel

— The End —