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He singes the sleve of her favorite thought. Distorts her favorite memories. Kills her slowly every passing day. She doesnt fit in that old dress anymore, she grew up, but can't let go. He doesn't know it, but he forced her to change, now she is stuck in public, wearing an outfit she doesn't feel comfortable in. Too far away from her closet, she must try to get used to this new image, and she is still trying because she cant get home. He changed the locks... |
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