My lonely dear...
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Her gaze focused on the window as she glanced at the city and the trees surrounding her home . Her home wasn't any home she lived in the castle many did not know of as with every passing year the memories of her family leave the people's minds. As they selfishly become busy with their lives.
She resided with these walls. Her loneliness was comforted by the luxury of the castle yet her heart was not contented. she yearned for more and for more she will seek until her legs give up on her until her rich brown skin becomes wrinkly and until death overtakes her lonely soul.
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