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Every inch closer and loser
Finger tips everlastingly touching yet only energy evolves between them.

Hopeless for a brighter day she sighs trying to


Make the pain core deep go away.



Like a flounder on the sea floor she camouflages into the ground.





No real talent, nothing eye popping.








Ordinary and plain.













She hides away






















Ashamed.



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