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Tried on the first, she failed.
Tried the second time, she still failed.
A chance on the third, but she didn't even try.
That's how she got herself setup to be ailed.
She used to try and succeed on the third.
That comforting, encouraging, loving.....
Harrowing, deafening, never ending silence.
Silence she didn't know she was creating.
The world played it's depressing part on this.
She wonders though, did she have something to-
"No, you're just imagining things, I'm sure of it."
A puppet to her own emotions, she never grew.
But with a little point, she sort of did the opposite.
It was her first doing that, not even a try, yet...
She succeeded and cut some of her own strings.
It's like she had finally paid her own past's debt.
She grabs her rounded mirror to do her make up.
She looks into it, and sees a happy little face.
Or... no, that's a mask, she's seeing a mask.
Noelle's mask does have a little crack though.