Her Morning Elegance...
She walks through the halls, with her morning elegance, crushed, by those who judge her, she is humiliated. now she lies here, on the edge of mere existence, as the Flashpoints of life dance across her eyelids, with a calm sea of thoughts to steady her, as she realizes, she was never really wanted.
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