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Jan 2020
It was Sunday.
Naturally she had gone into Church,
But none sat.
None stood.
None were present in the building with her.
The music played a peaceful melody,
Sad, but she had been inspired.
The music played until it was unbearable.
She burst out into tears.
She wept into the corner.

“What’s wrong?” They asked.

She woke up.
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grey  15/F/A small town
(15/F/A small town)   
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