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Jan 2015
She walks with a purpose, no fooling around.
Eyes fixed in the distance, her destiny found.

Head held high, a confident pride.
Discreetly wiping the tears she just cried.

No signs of weakness, no prominent shame.
Stricken with turmoil, herself to blame.

Into the night she silently treads.
Leaving no trace of the horror she dreads.
LovelyBones
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