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To never rise again.
The crowd gathered to embrace her, drown her in guilt, Dough ting she could raise on her own two feet, She cried her tears, but no one cared, limping to the light and serenity, live again, she reached with her last breath, It slipped away from her and she laid in the blood of her fears, the people mocked her state, and she cried again, she gasped for air and felt the cold floor, she sold her soul for the devil to be no longer castted upon by people, they watched her die, the blade on floor calling for the, To never rise AGAIN.
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