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Her voice, sweet as a forbidden chant, could be heard from afar, a whisper that grew louder as I searched for her. It went from something I couldn't understand to making all the sense without yet uttering any clear sentence, I listened for her. Somewhere in her soul she waits for you and it's not her home, it's her prison, a prison I created for her, so she can't hurt me anymore.
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