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Dejavu

Her inability to love. Love like bitter sweet honey, Humming to the song of her heart, One she has long forgotten the lyrics. A reminisced feeling of sealed Déjà vu. And she struggles. At sight of change, Freedom of her own mind. Inability broken. She is afraid. A violent ringing in her ears. Her hearts song screams As she willingly closes the door With a tender smile.

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