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When he touched her hand, it was like he took apart her hand. It was like every vein and layer of emptiness was torn apart or pierced. Skin that held her in was fading away with every step she took, and she could not speak. She wasn�t allowing herself to fall from this hopeless hell paradise. And as she turned her face from the grace that he should lead her to, she saw the face of her flawless mother crying. Deceived and shattered, she would smile and laugh nervously through her internal tears of disgrace or more like the oppression to her own doubting thoughts. |
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