Encountering a depth of fallen sorrows, she stumbles to regain her identity.
She is not one within herself, experiencing reality from a brief subconscious thought.
A multitude of purposeful misfortunes have lead her to a lost beginning.
Darkness overthrows the silhouettes, the mirror image of remorse.
A strength unfamiliar creates a canopy of illusions, destined to become a frailty of desire. Is the gesture silent pr merely deceitful? Hopes hang in the distance that meaningless remarks remain so.
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