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She stares at window. It stares back.
There is no stard. The sky is black.
The endless void around her.
She feels like she would not be hurt.
She stands at window, looking down.
The darkness wants her to just drown
Inside of it forever — so
The deal's too good to not be sold.
She makes the last her calming sigh.
No possibilities inside —
Clown Pardofelis was a trap
For her herself.
She takes a step.