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The sun woke the pain on her sleeves. She didn't want any prying eye to see. She had folded it with stained hands from when she bled. This part of her life she dreads. A story as this, written on soiled papers and piled up on the shelf in the darkness of her mind. But now, here she is trying to remember the death of her soul and how that she had gained life from the death that she sowed. "Wake up" the voice interrupted. "You need to leave this place.
She wanted to forget but the grip of her past had gained too tight a hold on her skin and forcing it off would mean ruining what's left of her innocence.
"Let me remain here" she cried. Let me bask in the memory of the days from when I died. This Life I have received is too much to bear. Though I feel peace, but peace and comfort is too much a luxury for a soul pained by the air in her nostrils"
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A sneak peek into Jemimah. Don't let her know I told you about her past o!
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