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Nov 2014
No one hears her cries for help.
No matter her volume, she's ignored.
Her voice is just a lost whisper in the abyss.
She knows not if it will return, nor if she can wait any longer.
Stuck behind the glass, she watches her life continue without her.
Always present, but never there.
Avery Langcaster
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Avery Langcaster
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