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She
She sits, drowning in over contemplation and despair.
Dreading yet another second that will tick to a minute, which will pass into an hour which will drag into a day.
Knowing she will suffer the performance of a bitter sweet lie painted on her face above her chin and under her nose.
So long as you look you'll see it there - reflections of over contemplation and despair.
Dreading yet another second that will tick to a minute, which will pass into an hour which will drag into a day.
Knowing she will suffer the performance of a bitter sweet lie painted on her face above her chin and under her nose.
So long as you look you'll see it there - reflections of over contemplation and despair.
Published 22nd Jun 2015
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