the girl tries to emit the beacon of passion through those shrouded eyes

but everything seems feigned no matter how

her confidence elapses ; her perceptions waver

altering her faith in the supposed

alternating in her eyes, are fear and apprehensiveness

the girl wonders, ponders

will her courage run out someday?

when will that day arrive, when she no longer has what it takes to put one step in front of the other?

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the girl prostrates as the unexpected wave of trauma hits her

the reminiscent images speed vividly before her burning eyes

swift yet luculent

"esto no pudo ser", there comes her faint murmur