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Jul 2021
She sat still as the night passed
Tears falling down to the ground
Her body a statue in the moonlight
Her mind wondering
Wondering why she must endure this pain
Wondering if she was good enough
Or was this just temporary
to prepare her for the real thing?
Writing of the Unknown
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