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she escaped

his world

but not the memories they made

they just faded

the word "us"

became just a "u"

in the end

she figured

you were always alone

sometimes even the books. could not mend her

the way they used to

so instead she crafted out

a world of her own

in her own solitude

she slept to run away

from the past

and dreamt

to reach the future.

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