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She was damaged by circumstance
against her will.
The patterns of dysfunction became habits of life.
She claimed her internal baggage to carry onward.
Life was always challenging.
The rewards were seemingly unattainable.
Happiness was strived for but just out of reach.
A bitter, lonely end was her destiny.
And inevitably, she ceased to exist.
The ending is always lonesome
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Yes, just as we enter it. Thank you for reading.
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