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They saw right through her

 

They saw right through her

Their look of shame was mortifying

She wanted to runaway

 

She felt dirty

She felt quesy

She felt devasted

by herself

 

Their eyes pierced her

She knew that they knew

She had no words

 

She felt lonely

She felt shame

She felt marked

by herself

 

Her actions would live on

She need not be

Her remains told the story

 

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