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She says,

Some stories are better left unfinished.

She prays, 

To leave some things unsaid.

Left those strings untied,

Had many faces to hide.

Pushed the world aside,

Let those relations tangle mid air.

Not that she didn’t care,

But this was all she could bear.

She has fought through dark before,

Not given up until the perfect score.

But this time felt tiring,

Nothing seemed inspiring.

And all she said to herself was:

One more breath 

and we start again.


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