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Nov 2018
The pain starts to dissipate as numbness floods her body,
She closes her eyes,
Unclenches her fists,
And lets out a final sigh.
In an hour or two someone will probably find her,
But she won't hear the worry in their voice
Or see the concern in their eyes when they do...
...because she's gone.
Buried Words
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Buried Words  18/F/Ireland
(18/F/Ireland)   
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   Fawn
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