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Jul 2014
Every little detail tormented her mind as she gazed upon the objects infront of her. She sighed softly and looked backup. How she wished her mind was like the white wash of the wood above her. Her eyes crawled back to her screen as her fingers scrolled down each and every name.

The same thing was in her mind. As she went through those files . Only one thing was true. She was all that she could have..but now what she has is nothing. Her eyes gently closes as her eyelashes touched her cheek.
But nevertheless she was looking at the whitewashed ceiling above
Written by
Cordelia L
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