fading

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there is a shattered remnant

of a teenage girl

hidden amidst a veil

of hovering echoes of

a tormented, layered past

she glides through the throng

of unaware living souls

as a ghost, a shadow

an entity of her former self

she is seen but not recognized

jostled about but unfeeling

breathing but not living

fading into nonexistence

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