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Within her loneliness,
she was content.
And she wrote for herself;
thinking of the words that
kept her away from the world-
lost in her own mind.
Her words were the only thing
she could hide behind— for she
could no longer escape from
what she feared the most: heartache.
All of the precious moments
where she felt absolute love were
stolen from her by
either betrayal or tragedy.
But still, she smiles.
Oh, how this cruel world
doesn't deserve such a smile.

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