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Through the Glass

In the hush of a dim-lit room, She sits by the window, lost in gloom, Soft shadows dance on the walls, Echoes of laughter now silent calls. Outside, the world is bright and bold, But inside her heart, memories unfold— Whispers of a time that still stings, Fragile threads of forgotten things. Each raindrop a tear, each gust a sigh, She watches the clouds as they drift and fly, Time etches lines in her young face, A map of heartache, a trace of grace. She thinks of the nights when the darkness cre

Through the Glass
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