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Overcrowded thoughts,
silently slip out,
inscribed with the state of her soul.

Whispered screams,
gently crumbling the rigid interior,
cloaked under a veil of tears.

An unsteady heartbeat,
quite tattered,
talking in patterns,
reveals hidden truths.

The essentiality of hope,
carving tracks through the body,
fuels her spirit.

Her hands clasped,
soundlessly praying,
for love, for heart, for destiny.

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