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She runs
fleeing from
the past
searching for the truth
fighting for her
freedom


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Words leap
off the page
soaring
flowing
forming a new
world that
surronds
her


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She recoils
the screams and shouts
surround her
and the darkness
engulfs her sight
total shutdown


__________________________________________

The barricade
crumbles and fractures
a smile creeps
on the once
vacant expression
her face lights up
with a glint of hope
and the once frozen heart
pulses with
warmth

____________________________________________

Fighting back feelings
of sadnesss
and abandoment
she retreats into the shell
of what was once
her former self

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