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You couldn't really call her a person
Inatead, she was just a floating body
Lost in space
Like Earth itself

But unlike Earth, she housed not billions of wonderful creations
Rather, she housed her fears
Her sorrows
Her darkness

Yet, all you could see was just a body
But it was a broken one
Beaten and damaged
And she knew...

Soon, the cracks would get too big
And the darkness would take over.

— The End —