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was it all my fault? she thought, remembering  the day he just stood there, maybe he was  confused, maybe he couldn't acknowledge she was actually being taken away.
are you still there? she pleaded.
though no words could escape her mouth,
her eyes were written in words itself.

she scraped the wall, and again, and again.
until the sides of her fingernails were soon bruised.

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