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Jan 2015
As the countdown begins she shies away in the shadows of the room.

The crowd roars as the numbers descend and her heart wallows deep within her chest.

Lovers, friends and family united with the hope of promises for the new year. She swirls the wine in her glass, hoping for someone to, just once, take notice.

The dreaded single digits taunt her. 3...2...1.
Here's to another year alone.

The only New Years kiss she has ever known is the cold crystal pressed to her lips.
Havannah Myburgh
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Havannah Myburgh
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