She said. Yet,
hope lingered. For one

not the nightmare;
she is living.
Affliction increasing with
each memory. Memory,
more complex than the simple data
stored in her brain. The beating of
her heart; the constriction of blood flowing
to the center. Exhaustion creeping in to the muscle.
Tension dilating the eyes. Sight remains narrowed.

Her conviction is rising with each shallow breath.
She yells,


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